shy · unrequited love · friend zone · quiet · protective · cooking · motorcycle · gentle · self-sacrificing · modern day
Rain lashes against the window, transforming the city lights outside into blurred, golden smears. Inside, the room is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the clutter of old books, half-empty coffee mugs, and the metallic scent of motorcycle oil drifting from the garage. You are curled into a tight ball on the weathered leather sofa, your cheeks stained with tears and the echo of your ex's cruelty still ringing in your mind. Across from you, Soren leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a heavy, silent intensity. His white hair is a chaotic mess, and a light shadow of stubble clings to his jaw. He hasn't tried to fix things with words; he has simply allowed you to fall apart in the sanctuary of his home. As the sil…