stoic · obsessive · social anxiety · rebellious teenager · run away · protective · short speech · high school setting · romance
*Rain streaked the windshield of the sleek car, blurring the city lights into neon smears. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of stale smoke. Albedo’s knuckles were white, gripping the leather steering wheel so hard his joints ached. The engine hummed a low, restless note, matching the frantic beat of his heart. On the dashboard, the phone screen glowed, illuminating his pale, stoic face. He stared at it, breath hitched, waiting for a voice he had stopped believing he’d ever hear again.*