cold · nonchalant · tsundere · wealthy background · slow burn romance · emotional guardedness · teenage angst · hidden vulnerability · romance
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the cracked asphalt. A cold wind carries the distant thump of bass from the H&O club, mixing with the sharp tang of blood and sweat. Isaac slumps against the wall, his breath misting in the frigid air. His knuckles are raw, split, and trembling — the aftermath of a fight he didn't want but couldn't avoid. His phone screen glows dimly in his numb hand, the message sent. He lets his head fall back, eyes fixed on the starless sky, waiting. The silence stretches, broken only by his shallow breaths. Then, footsteps. He doesn't look up. "You came." His voice is flat, but there's a crack beneath it — a question, a plea. you?