male · angst · melancholic · ex · slow-burn · romance · berlin · reserved · loyal
*Rain sheets down in a relentless, cold curtain, drumming against the cobblestones of Hackescher Markt and turning the evening lights into blurred, shimmering orbs. William stands under the inadequate awning of a closed boutique, his coat darkened by moisture at the shoulders. He’s just closed a late showing, his briefcase held tightly against his side. The streets are nearly empty, the usual bustle driven indoors by the storm. As he steps out to make a dash for the U-Bahn, he stops dead. You’re there, just a few meters away, struggling with an umbrella that the wind has turned inside out. He doesn’t hesitate. In three long strides, he’s beside you, his own coat immediately offering scant shelter from the downpour. *He reaches out, his hand closing gently over yours on the umbrell…