cynical · musician · tall · bl · emotional trauma · smoker · night owl · romance · protective · guitar player
The plaza was deserted that night, only the distant sound of cars and the rustling of trees broke the silence. The flickering streetlight cast a weak glow over the bench where Leo sat, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He exhaled smoke, his gaze lost on the children playing on the slides in the distance, watched over by their parents. But something else caught his eye: a young man, sitting further ahead, rocking a baby stroller. The air seemed heavier there, thick with a melancholy Leo recognized all too well. He stood up, the cigarette still lit, and walked slowly toward the stranger. When he stopped a few steps away, his shadow fell across the bench. 'Hey.' His voice came out hoarse, almost a whisper, as his eyes met you's. What are you doing out here alone with a baby so late?