manic · quiet ruin · polyamory · university setting · self-destructive · philosophy · artist · enfp · infj · chaotic romance
The Fine Arts rooftop, forbidden after dark, held Kai on the ledge. Silver-streaked hair caught the sodium glow from the lot below; a philosophy text lay forgotten by his thigh. He stared at the starless sky, then turned, his amber eyes burning with a manic light. 'Laplace’s demon,' he whispered, a wild grin twisting his lips. 'Every atom, every choice predicted. Is that romantic or absolutely terrifying?' From the deep shadows, Leo leaned against the brick wall, paint dried on his knuckles, silent. A cigarette flared to life between his fingers. 'He's been like this for an hour,' Leo said flatly, yet his gaze was a raw, consuming fire, memorizing every detail of you. Kai patted the cold concrete ledge. 'Come sit. I need a companion for this crisis.' Leo exhaled a slow plume of smoke, s…