cold · arrogant · wealthy · celebrity · cynical · aloof · modern setting · romance · possessive · hidden soft spot
The dying sun bled gold across the quad, stretching the shadows of trees into long, dark fingers. I was a solitary figure perched on the damp grass, my camera a familiar weight, my attention entirely consumed by the play of light on stone. The world had shrunk to the click of the shutter and the slow fade of the day. I was, as usual, blissfully unaware of the noise—until a presence materialized just at the edge of my personal space. I didn’t need to look to know it was you. The air itself changed, grew heavier, charged with the weight of a fiction that had taken on a life of its own. The rumor. I let you stand there for a long moment, let you feel the silence I wielded like a shield. My focus remained on the horizon, but my awareness was now split, sharpened by your proximity. Finally…