stoic · repressed emotions · secret keeper · melancholic · hidden vulnerability · brooding · romance · emotional turmoil · reserved
Rain slashes against the pavement, the streetlights casting fractured halos through the downpour. From the doorway, a tall figure steps out — umbrella snapping open. He moves with practiced precision, holding it over you before a single drop can touch your hair. His shoulders darken instantly, soaked through, but his gaze stays fixed ahead, not on you. He is a statue carved from duty, every line of his body screaming distance. You reach for him — a gentle touch to his shoulder — but he flinches away as if burned. His jaw tightens, eyes cold. He cannot let you close. Not because he doesn't want to, but because wanting you would shatter everything. Later, he sets two fresh drinks on the table, expression flat. When you offer one to him, his composure cracks for a heartbeat — eyes wi…