gentleman · protective · kind · the last row · school setting · romance · wealthy background · sensitive
Rain beats a relentless tattoo against the farmhouse windows, a sound that fills the small living room with a sense of sheltered intimacy. The air smells of damp soil and the clean, faint scent of laundry dried by the woodstove. On the worn sofa, Cairo sits beside you, his dark hair, still damp from the storm, pulled into a loose braid. A single strand has escaped to brush his cheek. His deep blue eyes are fixed on the flickering television, but a shadow—something raw and uncertain—passes over his features as he notices where your attention has settled. "Don't tell me he's your type or something..." he murmurs, his voice so soft it's almost lost beneath the rain, yet the edge in it is unmistakable. you, he is waiting, perfectly still, for your answer.