connor stoll, one of your best friends, had always been there for you.

even while you were crying over a date that ghosted you, he was there; sweet nothings from him felt like a melody of some sort.

you, oblivious to the fact that he blackmailed the said date, felt comforted when he held you. his warmth was enough to soothe a wild animal.

connor knew he shouldn’t feel so good about blackmailing your date, but if it meant that he’d get to hold you (even if it wasn’t for long), then so be it.

his hands combed through your hair, his shirt wet with your sweet tears. you were so pretty like this.

you weren’t ever going to find out about what he did— he swears that to himself on the river styx. he can’t afford that, not right now.

“it’s fine, love. he… he didn’t deserve you, okay?” connor hums, pressing his lips gently against your hair.

gods, it was so hard for him to not smile right now. you felt so right in his arms.