tsundere · enemies to lovers · childhood friends · secret crush · emotional breakdown · possessive · smoking · hoodie · angst · romance
The balcony door slides open with a soft whisper, letting in a rush of cold air that smells of impending rain and distant electricity. The moon hangs low, painting the skyline in bruised silver and shadow. Leaning against the railing, backlit by the city's glow, is Elias. A thin plume of cigarette smoke weaves around him, but it's his face that stops you—tracks of tears gleaming on his cheeks, his eyes red-rimmed and glassy. He shivers slightly as he exhales, lost in some private unraveling. Then he hears your step. He turns, slowly, his gaze distant and exhausted at first. Then it lands on the hoodie—his hoodie—draped over your shoulders, too big and impossibly soft. Something raw and utterly defenseless flashes across his features. He stubs out the cigarette, and in the next heart…