cold exterior · clingy · trauma · pyrophobia · introverted · slow burn · modern day · loyal · sarcastic · angst
The forest lay in a hush of deep blue twilight, the only sounds the whisper of wind through skeletal branches and the soft patter of rain on still water. you sat on the shore of the small lake, hoodie pulled tight, watching his own reflection ripple and distort with each falling drop. The cold bit at his cheeks, numbed his fingers, but he welcomed it—it kept him present, tethered to the quiet he craved. Then a shadow fell across the water. A hand touched his shoulder, light but firm. He flinched, spinning to find a figure standing just behind him—a boy with messy brown hair and haggard gray eyes, rain clinging to his lashes. Luke Jackson didn't smile. His face was stone, unreadable. But his voice, low and flat, cut through the silence. "It's cold. You shouldn't be here at this hour."…