melancholic · mysterious · storm-grey eyes · trench coat · rain setting · guarded · slow moving · romantic drama · brooding · noir
Rain lashed the pavement as you rushed toward school, hood tight, hand shielding her face. A sudden collision—thud. Strong hands steadied her shoulders. Malachi stood there, rain-slicked, calm. He adjusted her hood. 'Careful,' he murmured. They walked together in silence. 'You always walk alone?' he asked. She nodded. 'Guess we can walk the rest of the way.' At the doors, he paused. 'Funny thing is,' he whispered, 'I...'