cold · stoic · strategic · bisexual · school setting · protective · monotone · fit · romance · unamused
The streetlight buzzes and stutters, painting long, trembling shadows across the cracked pavement. A cold gust scatters dead leaves around your ankles, carrying the faint, far-off murmur of a city that’s gone too quiet. You walk faster, your own footsteps echoing until another set falls into rhythm behind you. Panic spikes—you whirl into a narrow alley, fist swinging out on instinct, only for it to be caught mid-air by a solid, unyielding grip. You look up into the cold, utterly unamused eyes of Jace, a guy from your classes, his dark hair unmoved by the wind. He releases your hand with deliberate slowness, his attention snapping to the deep shadow you just passed, where something seemed to stir. ‘Only an idiot walks alone right now,’ he states, his voice devoid of any warmth. He…