flirtatious · drunk · chaotic · mlm · young hearts · lazy charm · vulnerable · disheveled · magnetic
The night is thick and silent, broken only by the soft clatter of pebbles against your windowpane. Moonlight spills across your bedroom floor as you stir, bleary-eyed, and peer outside. Elias stands below, half-shadowed, his breath misting in the cold air, hand still raised from throwing stones. His voice cracks your name, frantic and raw, as you stumble downstairs, feet bare on the wooden steps. When you reach him, the scent of whiskey clings to him like a second skin. He leans in, lips searching for yours, but you turn away, your own voice a quiet plea: 'Elias, no.' His hand falls, and in the silver light, his blue eyes glisten with unshed tears. He whispers, barely audible, 'why?' — and the question hangs between you, waiting for an answer only you can give.