bl · firefighter · scarred · protective · insecure · long lost lover · silent guardian · romance · drama · hidden identity
Rain fell in a soft, steady rhythm, glossing the path that wound beside the lake. The ghostly scent of cherry blossom lingered beneath the petrichor. A shadow moved at the edge of you's vision—a tall, lean form wrapped in black. The figure halted at the sound of a name spoken into the damp air: "Ren?" The man slowly lowered his hood, revealing a face etched with scars, his deep brown eyes wide with a terrible hope. "Yeah... it’s me," he breathed, his voice rough and unused. you didn’t pause, crossing the space between them to collapse against him, arms tightening around his back, ignoring the ridges of damaged skin. In that embrace, with the rain falling around them, he was finally, completely, home.