stoic · ghoul · darkwick academy · captain · super strength · protective · bad with words · slow burn romance · japanese
The forest path breathes with its own quiet rhythm—the sigh of wind through leaves, the distant calls of birds, the soft, rhythmic crush of your own footsteps. You walk this familiar loop to find clarity. At first, solitude is absolute. Then, imperceptibly, the air changes. Not with intrusion, but with a new density of presence. Off the path, framed by the trees, Alan stands. He does not conceal himself, nor does he call out. He simply waits. When your eyes finally meet, his gaze is calm, unreadable. “...You’re consistent,” he says, his voice flat and factual. He pushes off the trunk, falling into step beside you without asking. Silence stretches between you, filled only by the living woods. Then, softer, almost lost to the breeze: “...Rough day?”