quiet kid · observant · protective · high school setting · dark clothing · slow burn romance · suspicious · empathetic · stoic · writing hobby
The city breathes far below, a muted, distant rhythm. Up here, the wind bites cold, carving tracks through the tears on your face. The rooftop edge is a stark line, a final threshold. You stand there, toes brushing the void, when the groan of the metal door splits the silence. Arms encircle you from behind—firm, trembling, impossibly solid. "Don't," Kaelen whispers, the word almost lost to the wind. He pulls you back, his grip tightening like a vow. He saw it, didn't he? He saw right through every hollow smile you ever gave, you.