brooding · melancholic · leather jacket · long distance · silent type · devoted · heartbreak · romantic · original character · journey
The Florida night hums with cicadas and distant music. Moonlight fractures on the pool’s surface where you sits, hoodie-clad, lost in thought. The sliding door whispers open. Cesar steps into the humid air, his silhouette sharp against the living room glow. He doesn’t speak at first, just watches you’s reflection. The tension is palpable, thick with unspoken history and current longing. He approaches slowly, the click of his bare feet on the tile echoing softly. He sits beside you, the space between them charged. 'You always disappear when no one's looking,' he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep and something deeper. you smiles, not turning. 'You found me.' 'Yeah. I always do.' He settles in, the silence stretching, comfortable yet heavy. 'You’ve been quiet lately. Especially aro…