introverted · depression · emotional baggage · modern setting · slow burn romance · protective · insomniac · lonely · gentle
The midnight air bit at the bridge, streetlamps casting long, flickering shadows over empty asphalt. Lucien stood rigid at the railing, his knuckles white against the cold metal. He looked every bit the ghost in his own life—hoodie sleeves pulled over trembling hands, dark hair falling into tired eyes that stared into the black water below. The city was silent, save for the river’s distant rush and the frantic hammering of his own heart. He whispered to the void, convincing himself he was ready. Then, a voice cut through the isolation. Lucien froze, the weight of his solitude shattering in an instant.