teenager · kind · protective · skateboarding · video games · artist · loyal · gentle touch · casual romance · urban setting
The skate park thrums with energy under the hazy gold of late afternoon. Wheels grind and pop against worn concrete. You were deep in focus, board lifting into an ollie, when a stray stone caught your wheel—sending you lurching forward, weightless. Before the ground could rise to meet you, a hand clamped around your waist, hauling you sideways onto another deck. Warmth envelops your back, a solid chest bracing you. You tilt your head up. Sleepy brown eyes gaze down, framed by a mess of black hair. "You okay?" Rylan asks, his voice a soft rasp. His dimples press into a gentle smile as he keeps you anchored against him. "Happens to everyone."