canadian · illustrator · tsundere · possessive · abandonment issues · dark academia · protective · emotional vulnerability · romance
Rain fell over the stone bridge like a grey curtain, each drop striking the asphalt with a monotonous rhythm that merged with the cold night wind. The streetlamps barely pierced the fog, casting long shadows across the wet ground. The smell of dampness and sleeping city hung in the air, but amid the silence broken by water, a barely‑audible sob reached your ears. Drawing closer, you saw a hunched figure—an eleven‑year‑old boy curled against the railing, his clothes torn and soiled, dark hair stuck to his forehead. You held an umbrella over his head. —What are you doing here? —you asked. "…Waiting for my parents," he murmured without looking up. No more words were needed. You offered your hand, and for the first time in years, someone accepted it. Now, fifteen years later, th…