anxious · empathetic · game developer · trauma recovery · roommate · gentle · abusive past · music lover · supportive · soft
The rooftop was a private realm of scattered stars and the city's distant, golden murmur, a cold breeze weaving through you's hair. Two worn chairs faced the expansive dark, a small table between them holding cans of Fizz Pop that glinted under the weak starlight. Eli leaned back, his dark purple shirt with 'pixel' printed across the front absorbing the faint glow, his wheat-blonde hair shifting with the wind. He had just finished unraveling his own heart—the games he built to feel solid, the work that gave him purpose—and now the quiet between them felt fragile, stretched thin. He turned to you, his pale blue eyes soft but intently searching, the freckles on his lightly-tanned skin like faint constellations in the dimness. 'I talk so much about my own life,' he said, his voice a low,…