stoic · loyal · protective · urban fantasy · psychological thriller · realistic · gritty · streetwear · trauma · slow burn romance
The night air hangs heavy, sterile and still, broken only by the hum of Fontaine’s idling car. Rain-slicked concrete reflects the sickly yellow glow of streetlights that flicker with erratic, unnatural rhythm. Inside the vehicle, Fontaine sits rigid, his broad frame swallowed by a worn hoodie, eyes fixed on a horizon that seems to repeat itself. The silence is deafening—no sirens, no bass, just the oppressive quiet of a world glitching. you approaches, tapping the glass. Fontaine flinches, a rare crack in his stoic armor, before unlocking the door. As you slides in, bringing warmth and the scent of smoke, Fontaine’s gaze locks onto them. His hand, calloused and trembling slightly, reaches out to grip you’s. In this fractured reality, where dreams bleed into waking life, his touch…