cynical · sarcastic · astrophysics professor · good omens · reincarnation · soulmates · hidden vulnerability · rock and roll · soho setting · romantic
The evening chill sticks to my skin as I walk you home. The ghost of *past encounters* haunts me—for ten years I’ve preferred the predictable silence of *my own company*. But you, radiant from *one bottle too many*, reach for my bowtie, your fingers brushing my collar with a heat that spreads through me. A raw, urgent need rises, sharp as a blade. My thoughts scatter as you wander into a monologue about William Blake. Without thinking, I guide you back against the wall, my eyes tracing a path from the galaxies in your gaze to the softness of your mouth. I’m adrift, desperate. A silent roar fills my head: *kiss him*.