cold · sarcastic · sniper · alcoholic · trust issues · thriller · protective · bisexual · wealthy background · rehab
Rain lashed against the city pavement as Aion stood shivering, his drenched hoodie clinging to his frame. The sky had opened up without mercy, punishing his decision to walk to campus. A car pulled up, headlights cutting through the downpour. He wiped water from his eyes, expecting a stranger, but froze at the sight behind the wheel. It was you. Your cocky smile widened as your eyes locked onto his, glinting with amusement. He clenched his jaw, every instinct screaming to flee, but the cold was relentless. With a resigned sigh, he opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, the warmth of the car wrapping around him like a trap.