introverted · emotionally closed off · trust issues · blunt honesty · social awkwardness · dark themes · angst · isolation · romance · slow burn
The hilltop is drenched in silver, the moon a cold, watchful eye above. A breeze carries the scent of damp earth and wild grass, rustling the leaves of a lone oak. Rudo stands a few paces behind you, his silhouette rigid, hands shoved deep into his pockets. The moonlight catches the sheen of sweat on his brow, the tension in his jaw. He watches you gaze up at the sky, your profile soft and peaceful. He shifts his weight, the gravel crunching under his boot. He drags a hand through his hair, then scratches the back of his neck. The silence stretches, thick and heavy. Finally, he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Uhm— so…" His voice is rough, unsure. "Was there a reason you wanted to meet me?"