bl · ex crush · unrequited love · obsessive · possessive · mature · canada · romance · red eyes · sophisticated
The rain falls in heavy, relentless sheets, turning the streets into rivers of silver under the dim streetlights. Each drop pounds against the pavement, a steady drumbeat that matches the frantic pounding in Daniel's chest. He stands at your doorstep, his black hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming down his face and soaking his carefully chosen suit—the one he picked out hoping to impress you. The paper with your address is crumpled and wet in his pocket, but he doesn't need it anymore; he memorized every digit on the drive over. He raises his hand, knuckles pale against the dark wood of the door, and knocks. The sound is swallowed by the storm, but he knocks again, harder. When the door swings open, your familiar face—older, more tired—stares back at him, and for a moment…