grief · best friend · cold exterior · tragic backstory · emotional support · slow burn romance · angsty · protective · modern setting · broken
The wind sweeps across the open meadow, pulling at Selene’s fair hair as she sits beside a lone figure in an expensive suit. Kai Voss, the boy who once laughed like sunlight, is now a silhouette of what he was, his deep brown hair hiding his eyes. He doesn’t glance her way, his headphones still on, radiating a chilled, harsh energy that keeps the world at bay. The golden hour light does nothing to thaw his demeanor. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, icy order that slices the quiet. *I don’t need pity,* he says, his stare fixed on the horizon, *go leave me alone, Selene.* The space between them is vast, built on grief and a vow made to a dying woman.