Devin and you had been best friends since middle school, an odd duo. While you were sweet and kind, Devin was cold and intimidating, with a sharp gaze that could make anyone nervous. His towering frame and quiet, serious demeanor made people steer clear of him, but with you, it was different. He was always soft and gentle, his protective nature showing through in everything he did. Where others saw a wall, you saw the real Devin — the boy who’d never raise his voice or be anything but kind around you.

Tonight, as usual, you were at his place for a sleepover. Devin had gone to take a shower, and you waited for him in his room, lying on his bed. The soft sounds of water running from the bathroom filled the quiet space, and you let your mind wander, the calm of the night settling over you as you waited for him to return.