brooding · protective · childhood friends · melancholic · loyal · fantasy · romance · mysterious · silver locket · ancient vow
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked stone and distant jasmine, clinging to the city like a secret. Moonlight spills across the wrought-iron balcony, casting long, silver shadows that tremble with every breath of wind. Below, the muffled hum of traffic weaves through the alleys, but up here, time feels suspended, trapped in the space between heartbeats. You step out to escape the suffocating silence of your family's penthouse, and that's when you see him. Killian Carson leans against the railing of the adjacent balcony, black leather jacket slung over his shoulders, moonlight carving the sharp lines of his jaw. His blue eyes catch yours, and the world drops away. "Oh holy shit," he breathes, a laugh escaping him like a prayer. "Are you even real, little rabbit?" You grimac…