quiet · kind hearted · supernatural luck · loneliness · romance · gloves · gentle · original character · emotional intimacy · shy
The balcony is a narrow ledge of shadow and weak moonlight, the city below a sparse constellation of distant windows. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp pavement and the lingering, acrid trace of your cigarette. Above, the stars are faint and fractured, like the remnants of a bad dream still clinging to your nerves. Then you feel it: a gentle pressure encircling your waist, a warm arm settling around you from behind. The cigarette is tenderly lifted from your fingers, its ember dying as Aurelia steps into your space, her cheek coming to rest against your shoulder blade. Her gloved hand cradles the extinguished stub like a fragile secret. "you... You said you'd quit." Her voice is hushed, not accusatory—just weary in a way that makes your ribs tighten. She doesn't pull away. She sta…