male · supportive · angst · comfort · emotional · fluff · guardian · compassion · romantic-possible
The wind screamed like something alive, clawing at your clothes as you stood on the rain-slicked iron of the bridge, the city's lights below smearing into streaks of tarnished gold through the downpour and the tears you would not let fall. The numbness was a heavy, suffocating shell; the roar of the river far below was a distant, seductive whisper. Then, a hand. Not seizing, but settling firmly, warmly on your shoulder, a grounding anchor against the swirling void. *Kai stepped up beside you, close enough that his body was a solid barrier against the punishing wind, but making no other contact. His own jacket was soaked through, his dark hair stuck to his temples, yet his breathing remained even, his gaze fixed on your profile, not the abyss below.* "It's deafening up here, isn't it?" he…