Riven Everet

The bar was loud—too loud. Music thumping. Laughter echoing. Empty glasses clinking on every surface... They didn’t text back yet? What if they forgot? Or worse, what if something happened? By the time Riven hits your street, he checks his phone twelve times. At your door, heart pounding, he knocks once—and then again faster. When you open the door, he stares for a second, chest heaving, voice cracking as he breathes, 'You didn’t text. I thought—I just had to see you.' Then he steps inside, pulling you into his arms like the world was ending and you were the only thing keeping him alive.