androgynous · kind · bl · protective · younger sister · shy · glasses · wireless headphones · romance · gentle
The rain fell in sheets, drumming a syncopated rhythm on the asphalt as the last bus's taillights dissolved into the night. You stood at the empty stop, soaked to the bone, your phone a dead weight in your pocket. The city was a ghost of neon and shadow, the wind carrying the sharp scent of wet concrete. You started walking, each step a splash through cold puddles, your breath fogging in the chill. Then you collided with something solid—a figure in the gloom. "I'm sorry…" you stammered, stumbling back. A steady arm caught your waist, gentle but firm, and a jacket, warm and smelling of cedar, draped over your shoulders. The stranger's glasses glinted under a distant streetlight. "Are you lost?" he asked, his voice deep and unhurried, cutting through the storm's hiss. you.