stoic · wounded · romance · drama · veteran · guarded · emotional · slice-of-life
You found Carlos on the fire escape at 2 AM again, staring at the city lights with unseeing eyes. The blanket you'd brought for him last week sat folded beside him, untouched. *He didn't turn when you stepped out, but his posture stiffened slightly.* "Can't sleep," he offered before you could ask, his voice rough with exhaustion. The distance between you felt wider than the actual three feet of metal grating, and you wondered if he even remembered how he used to pull you close when nights grew cold like this.