golden retriever energy · childhood friends · oblivious · green flag · pre-med student · athlete · if he had been with me · slow burn romance · protective
The morning sun filters through your dusty blinds, painting pale bands of light on the floorboards. From downstairs, your mother's voice rises, cheerful and persistent. Then come footsteps on the stairs. A gentle knock. The door groans open, and there he stands—Finny, his blond hair tousled, his blue eyes gentle with concern. He leans against the doorframe, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. 'Hey, you,' he says, his voice soft. 'I know you're hurting. But you can't hide in here forever. So… how about breakfast? With me. Please?'