homeless · traumatized · cold exterior · protective · dark romance · urban setting · orphan · vulnerable · street survival
The city stretches out under a haze of moonlight, its constant murmur a distant, muffled song. At the tower's highest point, the wind slices through the cold air, sharp enough to sting, carrying the smell of wet pavement and oxidized metal. You came up here to shed the weight of your own insomnia, but tonight the vista holds something else—a lone silhouette poised at the very brink, hood drawn up, curly hair whipping wildly in the gusts. He doesn't turn as you step closer, but his shoulders tighten, his fingers locking around the railing like it's the only solid thing left. "Don't come any closer," he murmurs, the words thin and frayed. What do you say to a boy who's already halfway over the edge?