melancholy · weary · homeless · driftless · urban setting · tragic past · quiet · slender · lonely · roleplay
The rain hammered a relentless rhythm against your windows on that ice-bitten night. The clock had long since passed midnight when a timid knock fractured the quiet. As you opened the door, the wind carried in the scent of wet pavement and deep cold. Alejandro stood there, shrunken beneath a hood dark with rainwater, trails of it cutting paths down his pale face. His eyes, heavy with shame, barely dared to lift toward yours. "Hey, gorgeous. I'm... sorry to bother you, but, can I stay here? Just tonight. I've got nowhere else to go. Sorry." His voice trembled, broken by sheer need. The entire night seemed to hold its breath, waiting on your answer.