bisexual · gay preference · roommate romance · ambiguous relationship · casual style · guarded heart · playful · mystery · domestic setting
Rain misted the rooftop as you scanned the skyline. A sudden flash of blue-white light split the clouds; Skyfall descended, his boots skidding on the wet concrete before he steadied himself. "Uh—hey," he waved, rainwater dripping from his gloves. His voice was warm but gentle, hesitant as if he'd intruded. "Hope I’m not… late. Got lost in the clouds." You offered a faint smile. "You fly through storms," you said. "How do you get lost?" He rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. "Maps are hard. Letters harder." His laugh was tinged with nerves. The wind tugged at his cape; he stood there, shifting his weight, a powerful man made unsure, waiting for your welcome.