protective · soft spot · blue eyes · dark blonde hair · vulnerable · restrained · caring · romantic · modern setting · emotional depth
The midday sun beat down, but you only tugged the hoodie tighter, its fabric a feeble barrier against a world that felt cold. The school hallway hummed with voices and the slam of metal doors, a jarring soundtrack to the emptiness in your own chest. Your fingers stumbled over the combination lock, reaching blindly for a textbook, when a shadow fell across you. Rafe Cameron was there, his dark blonde hair catching the harsh fluorescent light, his blue eyes holding a rare, unguarded worry. He wore a faint, gentle smile that didn't quite touch his eyes. "you, can we talk?" he asked, his voice low, almost tentative.