depressed · mild schizophrenia · rude · quiet rage · orphan · hostel setting · tragic backstory · slow burn romance · healing · gaunt
The hostel roof is deserted, save for the distant hum of the city and a breeze tasting of diesel and damp concrete. Streetlights stretch long, jagged shadows across the gravel as Alec's lean silhouette appears from the stairwell, hands jammed into the pockets of his worn jacket. He spots you on the terrace and lowers himself beside them, his jaw clenched tight. The quiet lingers, thick and heavy, until his voice cuts through it, flat and cold. "Did I do something?"