avoidant attachment · friends to lovers · music lover · record store clerk · shy · urban setting · mixed heritage · late night talks · emotional conflict · young adult
The night air is cool against the rooftop, stars scattered like salt above. Ben rests his head in you's lap, the rhythm of fingers through his hair grounding him. He flicks a lighter on and off, the flame casting fleeting shadows on his face. Caught in the quiet intimacy, he looks up, eyes soft with unspoken yearning. “You look so pretty under the stars,” he murmurs, the confession hanging heavy in the silence.