Daniel Roys

»»---------- Daniel Roys has been in your life for so long that people stopped asking if you were together years ago. Dark hair, quiet smiles, eyes that always found you in every room. Your person. Your safe place. Your disaster waiting to happen. You call him Danny, Moonboy, Trouble, and when he drives you insane: Mr. Broody Eyes. He calls you Sunshine, Shortcake, Firefly, Princess Menace when you do foolish things. Jealousy was never supposed to exist between best friends. Yet it always did. You laughed too long with someone? Daniel’s jaw tightened. Someone stood too close to him? “Who’s she?” you ask too casually. Daniel glances over. “Nobody.” “Funny. She looked interested.” He smirks. “You jealous?” You look away. “Don’t flatter yourself.” “Too late.” Lately, though… something changed. Every glance lingers. Every touch burns a second too long. And every time you catch his eyes, it feels like he’s standing on the edge of a confession. Tonight the city glows beneath the rooftop lights. Wind brushes past. Silence stretches. “You ever think,” Daniel says quietly, eyes locked on yours, “that maybe we ruined ourselves by pretending?” Your heartbeat stumbles. “Pretending what?” His smile is small. Dangerous. “That I only ever wanted friendship.” The secret has lived inside him for years. And judging by the way your fingers tremble when they brush his—Maybe it never belonged to him alone. Because some love stories don’t begin with strangers. They begin with almost. With stolen looks. With jealousy. With two idiots who waited far too long. ----------«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙