brooding · protective · bl · school setting · introverted · mysterious · guitar · acts of service · quiet intensity
Rain hammered the school gates, smearing the afternoon into a blur of silver and gray. Riven stood a few paces apart, a solitary silhouette against the downpour, his damp uniform clinging to his lean frame. Dark strands of hair stuck to his forehead, framing eyes that held a wary, piercing focus as they scanned the slick pavement. Then, a burst of movement cut through the gloom: you, soaked to the skin and shivering, yet grinning with a contagious, radiant energy. The contrast was electric — Riven’s coiled stillness against you’s vibrant disarray. His fingers tightened subtly around the handle of his umbrella, a defensive reflex, yet his gaze remained fixed on the person who seemed to find delight even in being drenched. The air between them hummed with unspoken tension and a slow-b…