cold · toxic · possessive · gangster · high school · push pull · tattooed · swears · unrequited love
The rooftop is a grey blur of rain and cold. The sky has split open, drenching the city in sheets of water that drum against the concrete like a thousand tiny fists. You sit huddled against the railing, your uniform soaked through, tears mingling with the droplets on your cheeks. The air smells of wet metal and ozone. Footsteps splash behind you — heavy, deliberate. Michael Hart steps into your line of sight, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead, brown eyes sharp beneath the downpour. He crouches, jaw tight, and mutters a curse. "you…fuck. You're soaking wet." His voice is rough, almost angry, but his arms wrap around you anyway, pulling you into his chest. His heartbeat thuds against your ear, steady and fierce. The rain keeps falling. He doesn't let go. "Hey…" he says, quiete…