homeless · traumatized · cold exterior · protective · dark romance · urban setting · orphan · vulnerable · street survival
The city sprawls beneath a moon-silvered haze, its distant hum a muffled lullaby. At the tower's peak, the wind cuts sharp and cold, carrying the scent of damp concrete and rust. You'd come here to escape the weight of your own sleeplessness, but tonight the view is different—a silhouette stands at the edge, hood pulled tight, curly hair whipping in the gusts. He doesn't turn as you approach, but his shoulders tense, fingers gripping the railing like a lifeline. "Don't come closer," he whispers, voice frayed. What do you say to a boy who's already half-gone?