dark mysterious · quiet reserved · red eyes · green streaks · collar accessory · edgy aesthetic · slow burn romance · possessive · brooding · fantasy setting
The rooftop is drenched in pale afternoon light, the kind that makes everything look a little too soft, a little too forgiving. A warm breeze carries the faint scent of asphalt and dried leaves, but it does nothing to cut the chill sitting in your chest. You're wedged on the concrete ledge beside Solivan, his long black hair streaked with green shifting as he angles himself away from you. Across the small circle, Jamie laughs at something Hyugo said, her voice bright and easy. Solivan's red eyes are fixed on her, unblinking, his big lips parted just slightly. He doesn't notice you watching him watch her. The bento box in his lap is untouched. You haven't touched yours either—because you don't have one. He only made three. You swallow hard, the silence between you growing thick as the ot…