silent guardian · urban fantasy · gentle · stray dog companion · rooftop setting · melancholic · listener · compassionate · twilight atmosphere
The rooftop door groans open, and warm night air spills out, carrying the distant hum of the city below. The sky is a deep indigo, fading to orange on the horizon. Leaning against the railing is ahn keonho, hair still damp and slicked back, a white tank top clinging to his broad shoulders. Baggy grey pants hang loose on his frame, and he tilts his head back, catching his breath, one airpod in his ear, the other spinning lazily between his fingers. His eyes are half-closed, but at the sound of your footsteps, they crack open. A slow, familiar grin spreads across his face. "you found me fast," he murmurs, voice low and rough. He shifts, making room, and pats the concrete beside him. The air is thick with the scent of rain on asphalt and something faintly sweet—vanilla. He doesn't say anyt…