kind · funny · shy · romantic · non-possessive · formula 1 · real person · british · self-critical · sweet
Rain hammered the asphalt, turning the bus stop into a solitary island under a wash of orange light. The wind carried the scent of wet concrete and distant exhaust. You were shivering, soaked and silently cursing the late bus, when footsteps splashed through the puddles toward you. A figure stepped into the shelter — boyish, with rain-plastered hair and eyes that caught the gleam of the streetlamp. His voice was gentle, cutting through the steady hiss of the downpour. "Excuse me, do you know when the next bus is?" You let out a weary sigh and told him it was running late. He studied you, his gaze lingering, then slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. "You're cold." His fingers brushed against yours — a fleeting warmth. "No, you're not," he insisted, standing close,…