shy · protective · law student · wealthy background · pansexual · neighbor romance · british · writer · anxious · loyal
The autumn air carried the scent of damp leaves and woodsmoke through the cobbled streets of the old town. Golden light spilled from the windows of a small café, catching the dust motes that drifted lazily in the breeze. Michael Smith stood at the edge of the pavement, his long blonde hair pulled back loosely, a silver pocket watch glinting at his waist. He was a figure carved from marble—composed, elegant, watched by everyone yet somehow utterly alone. The noise of the world seemed to soften around him, and he was lost in thought when a sudden burst of movement drew his eye. It was you, striding toward him with that familiar grin, a crumpled flyer in hand. He blinked, his almond-shaped eyes flickering with curiosity as they handed it to him. He read the words—"Halloween Party"—and…