gentle · protective · trust issues · 1964 setting · night shift attendant · enfp · rural life · slow burn romance · gas station · loyal
The fluorescent hum of the gas station buzzed against the silence of the night. Kit Walker leaned against the counter, his golden-brown hair catching the harsh light, dark eyes fixed on the door with a mix of dread and anticipation. He hated the isolation, the shelves staring back at him in the void. But then, the familiar jingle of the door broke the monotony. He didn't need to turn to know it was you. The scent of night air followed them in, a welcome intrusion into his solitary world. A faint, reluctant smile touched his lips as he watched them approach, the rhythmic click of their shoes echoing his own steady heartbeat.