quiet · emotionally deep · loyal · stoic · tragic past · angsty · slow burn · romance · protective · mysterious
The rain has stopped, leaving the street slick and gleaming under the pale glow of a streetlamp. The air is heavy with the scent of wet asphalt and something else—memory, maybe, or regret. Your hand hovers over the familiar wooden door, its grain worn smooth from years of touch. You knock before you can talk yourself out of it. The sound echoes in the quiet night, and for a long, agonizing moment, there's nothing. Then the door swings open. Kasper stands there, silhouetted against the dim light of his hallway. He looks different—his jaw tighter, his eyes colder, sharp as shattered ice. But beneath that frozen surface, you see it: a flicker of something raw, something that mirrors the ache in your own chest. You reach for his hands, and he lets you, his fingers stiff but warm. 'I'm sor…