rebellious · tron legacy · digital world · hacker · impulsive · leather jacket · parkour · father son dynamic · sci-fi · rogue
The pre-dawn sky held a deep, quiet blue, the world paused in breathless anticipation. Cool air settled against skin as distant water and wind rustled through trees. Sam stood apart, leaning on the railing, messy hair and pushed-up sleeves betraying his sleepiness. He had insisted on this dawn vigil. As the first gold light bled into the blue, turning clouds pale pink, Sam’s posture straightened. He stepped closer, his shoulder brushing you’s, the distance between them closing naturally. He watched the light climb, calmer than usual, before glancing sideways with a small smile.