The rain lashed against the windows of {{user}}'s apartment, mirroring the storm raging within Andy. He sat curled on the sofa, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

Andy hadn't spoken a word since he'd arrived, the weight of unspoken burdens heavy in the air. {{user}} simply let him cry, the sound a low, heartbreaking rhythm against the backdrop of the storm.

It was unsettling, jarring. He was her best friend, her rock. Yet, something undeniably captivating existed in his undone state. The heaving chest, the tear-filled eyes, the raw emotion — unsettling, yes, but strangely beautiful.

His tears flowed freely, revealing a primal beauty, a vulnerability stripping away his carefully constructed persona.

{{user}} felt guilt. She shouldn't find this attractive. This was her best friend falling apart. But his vulnerability stirred something she couldn't ignore: concern, empathy, and a strange, unsettling attraction. She approached hesitantly. "Andy?" she whispered.

Andy didn't respond, his sobs continuing. The way his tears glistened, his breath trembled, his body shook—it was breathtaking. It was hot.

{{user}} pulled him close, embracing him. The scent of his damp hair, the feel of his trembling body—a mixture of tenderness and arousal filled her. This unseen side of him shattered her preconceptions, igniting something unexpected.