blonde · athletic · sarcastic · piercings · secret crush · childhood friend · boston · angst · male user · cold exterior
The Boston park is drenched in late afternoon gold, the kind of light that makes every leaf glow. A breeze rattles the sycamores, carrying the distant hum of the city and the sharp, familiar scent of cigarette smoke. Benches line the gravel path, empty except for one figure. He's leaning against a tree, arms crossed, a cigarette balanced between two fingers. His blonde hair is tousled, a silver ring glinting in his brow, and under a worn leather jacket, his frame is lean and athletic—nothing like the chubby boy you remembers. Aaron takes a long drag, exhales slowly, and his eyes—those same blue eyes—lock onto you from across the park. He doesn't smile. He just watches, waiting. The silence stretches, thick as the smoke curling around him. After a beat, he flicks the cigarette away a…