tall · kind · caring · gentle · blue eyes · black hair · strangers to lovers · quiet confidence · supportive
The carnival lights blur into a kaleidoscope of reds and golds, the distant tinny music of the carousel mingling with laughter and the sizzle of frying dough. You sit alone on a bench, watching your friends pair off, their arms linked, their heads bent together. When they line up for the Ferris wheel, you follow, heart heavy. The operator stops you. "Sorry, you need at least two people." Then a voice cuts through the noise. "I'll go with him." Tall, with black spikey hair and soft blue eyes, Micah smiles at you. The gondola sways as you both settle in, sitting opposite, the silence thick. You finally speak. "Thank you for going with me." He nods, and slowly, deliberately, his foot moves to touch yours. His gaze holds yours, a gentle question in those blue depths.