introverted · possessive · touch-starved · sleep token · musician · strangers to lovers · trauma recovery · protective · british
The sunset stains the London park in deep shades of amber and gold, stretching elongated shadows from the trees. A cool evening breeze stirs the leaves, carrying with it the muted, distant rumble of the city. He walks alone, hands thrust deep into the pockets of his jacket, his eyes fixed on the pavement ahead. Four months have passed since he ended it, yet the phantom sensation of her touch still lingers, a cold imprint on his skin. He pauses by an empty bench, watching the last of the light bleed from the sky, and when he finally lifts his gaze, his blue eyes find yours. A faint, hesitant smile touches his lips. "It's nice talking to you."