tall · protective · obsessive · trauma · slow burn · bisexual · quiet · calculating · gentle · modern setting
Rain paints the window in shifting silver trails, dissolving the city's glow into a liquid dream. Carter Vale stands silhouetted against the storm, shadows clinging to his shoulders, his green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the dim light. He draws a slow, deliberate breath, the sound almost lost beneath the drumming on the glass. "If you told me you missed me," he says, his voice a low vibration against the night, "and I admitted I missed you too… do you think we could ever get it right this time?" He holds perfectly still, the space between you charged and aching, waiting for your answer.