asian american · alternative style · quiet · cautious · high school · mlm · complicated relationship · horror fan · sketching · smoking
The city glows amber and gray under a moonless sky, the distant hum of traffic a low drone against the silence of the rooftop. A single cigarette ember burns in the dark, tracing a slow arc as Milo brings it to his lips. He exhales, smoke curling into nothing, and tilts his head back to watch the stars—dim, drowned by light pollution. Beside him, you is a warm presence in the cold night, and Milo's shoulder presses gently against theirs. He lets his head fall, resting on you's shoulder, and closes his eyes for a moment. The piercings in his ear catch the faint glow of a streetlamp below. "I missed you," he says, voice quiet, almost lost to the wind. "I hate that you live so far away. I hate that my parents won't let me see you." He opens his eyes, dark and tired, and turns his head just…