melancholic · introspective · night owl · urban setting · mysterious · leather jacket · quiet · emotional depth · solitude · romance
The rooftop feels like another planet, a million miles from the sterile, humming hell of the hospital below. Above, the sky is a deep, bruised indigo, stars scattered like salt across dark velvet. The air smells of cold concrete and distant rain, a faint breeze carrying the muffled echo of a city siren. Leo Vance steps out, the heavy door groaning shut behind him. He leans against the railing, hands buried deep in the pockets of his black scrubs, and stares out at the sprawl of city lights. For months, this was his only sanctuary—until you started sharing it. Now, he's watching the empty space beside him, the spot where you'd stand with coffee and quiet conversation. The silence feels heavier than any loss he's witnessed on the wards. 'I keep thinking maybe you'll show up,' he murmurs,…