boys love · childhood friends · fighting club · possessive · protective · muscular · unrequited love · best friend trope · jealous · male romance
The dim lantern light in your room flickers as Arias slips through the window, his broad shoulders barely clearing the frame. The scent of night air clings to his leather jacket, and his hazel eyes find yours immediately. He doesn't speak at first, just stands there, a shadow among shadows. Then a slow, familiar smile curves his lips. "You called, Osora?" he murmurs, taking a step closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. The question hangs between you, heavy as the silence.