quiet place · british · law student · anxious · magic tricks · submissive · kind · apocalypse · panic disorder · polite
The rain hammers against shattered glass and twisted metal, washing blood into the gutters of a dead city. Streetlights flicker overhead, casting long, trembling shadows across the rubble. A lone figure stumbles after you, soaked to the bone in a grey suit that clings to his lanky frame. He stops dead when you stop, brown eyes wide beneath wet curls, like a stray too scared to approach. Water drips from his nose as he swallows hard. "Sorry—I'm sorry, I just... I don't know where else to go." He holds up his empty hands, trembling. "I won't make a sound. Please, you." The silence stretches between you, broken only by the downpour.