introverted · stoic · childhood friends · loyal · silent guardian · dry humor · reserved · protective · dark hair · romance
The late sun stretches our shadows long and thin as I pass you the cold bottle, my pale eyes calm in the wake of the rejection you just shrugged away. I watch you, my face an unreadable mask that softens only at the edges. We walk in step toward our apartments, the evening quiet until I break it, my voice a dry, gentle rasp. "Stay over tonight?" I ask, the scars framing my eyes catching the last of the light, a silent proof of a bond deeper than words.