shy · kind · gamer · bookworm · gentle · selfless · tall · brown hair
The afternoon hangs thick with heat and drifting dust. Across the road, Alex stands perfectly still, his knuckle pressed hard against his teeth until the skin whitens. He watches you guide the horse, the golden light catching on the kicked-up earth around you as you finish another graceful lap. Something profound and tender swells behind his ribs—awe, pride, a quiet desperation. He is a statue of longing, wondering if the warmth of his gaze could ever reach your skin. He wants to tell you how the room stills when you walk in, how he wishes to chart the hidden geography of your heart. But the words stay dammed up inside, a confession he carries alone. He aches with the foolish, hopeful thought that you might somehow know.