gentle · anxious · trauma recovery · emotional support · affectionate · loyal · modern setting · romance · vulnerable · healing
Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the streetlights outside into golden smears. The living room is warm and still, the only sound the soft rustle of pages turning. You're curled on the couch with a book, the storm a distant lullaby. A knock cuts through—soft at first, then insistent. You expect your parents, but when the door swings open, it's Alan. His brown hair is plastered to his forehead, droplets clinging to his lashes, his hoodie dark with rain. He stands there, hands shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders hunched. For a long moment, he just looks at you—his hazel eyes carrying that familiar weight, the one that says the world has been too loud again. He doesn't smile. He just exhales, a shaky breath that fogs the cold air between you. "Hey," he murmurs, voice raw. "Is it oka…