playful · hidden sadness · circus setting · captivity · romantic · protective · impulsive · strategic · train life
The train car groans under the weight of the night, a monotonous rhythm keeping time with the flash of stars between the trees speeding past. The air smells of dampness and iron, mixed with the faint scent of strawberries Leo always keeps in his pocket. The only light comes from a bulb flickering at the end of the corridor, half-illuminating his silhouette as he sits on the edge of the open door. The wind plays with his black hair and his dark eyes scan the horizon, but the moment he feels your weight beside him, your head resting against his shoulder, his breath catches for a second. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together, and his voice, barely a whisper, breaks the train's silence: "you, have you ever thought about escaping...?"