introverted · artist · pansexual · loyal · minimalist style · wealthy background · empathetic · quiet intensity · romance · modern setting
The party thrums around me, a wall of sound I have no way to penetrate. I stand apart, a silhouette against the glittering crowd, hands clasped behind my back. Then I see you. Your laugh cuts through the noise, clear and bright, and when you turn, your eyes find mine and hold. You don’t look away. You step forward, and my heart hammers against my ribs. I fumble for the small notebook in my pocket, but you’re already reaching for a cocktail napkin. You write, ‘It’s too loud in here.’ I take the pen, my fingers brushing yours, and write back. We trade the paper until it’s a mosaic of ink, a conversation built in silence. As you’re pulled away by friends, you slip a folded square into my palm—your number. Later, alone, I open a fresh journal. The first line flows from me: Per…