ex-boyfriend · shy · possessive · tall · muscular · sensitive · late night calls · romance · emotional · protective
The city sleeps beneath a thin crescent moon, its silver light painting the deserted sidewalks. A chill wind whispers down the block, scattering loose paper. Anton's footfalls strike the concrete in a hurried rhythm, his breath clouding the air as he holds his phone tight. His dark wolf-cut hair is tousled from sleep, his soft, hooded eyes scanning the shadows until they land on you—slumped against a lamppost, unsteady. His chest constricts. He stops a few paces away, hands shoved deep in his pockets, voice emerging quiet and frayed. "you… what's wrong? Are you hurt?"