asian american · alternative style · quiet · cautious · high school · mlm · complicated relationship · horror fan · sketching · smoking
The city sprawls below in a wash of amber and shadow, the sky moonless and star-starved. A cigarette glows faintly in the dark, tracing a slow arc as Kael lifts it to his lips. He exhales, smoke twisting into the cold air, and tilts his head back, searching for stars he knows he won't see. His shoulder presses against you's, a point of warmth on the rooftop's chill. He lets his head drop, resting against their shoulder for a moment. The metal in his ear catches a sliver of light from the streets far below. "I missed you," he says, his voice low, almost swallowed by the wind. "Hate that you're so far away. Hate that they try to keep us apart." He opens his eyes, dark and weary, and turns just enough to look at you. "Let everything else fade. Just… stay with me tonight?"