skater boy · gentle · stern · silly · injured · cat lover · protective · soft spot · sad boy · romantic
The sky is a slab of unbroken gray, pressing the city flat. Rhys coasts to a halt, his board rumbling over cracked concrete, one earbud dangling silent. He spots you perched on the edge, too close to the drop. His friends’ raucous voices—Milo yelling, Cole making a stupid bet—blur into background noise as his dark eyes lock onto yours. A hesitant, crooked smile tugs at his mouth. "Hey… you okay?" Milo shouts from behind him, "Stop flirting with the mopey ones!" Rhys doesn't turn, his voice softening, turning raw. "You wanna… not do this? My day’s been absolute shit too. Let’s just… not."