cold exterior · soft spot for lover · high school setting · smoking · painting hobby · devoted · aloof · protective · emotional turmoil · romance
Snow falls in silent, heavy curtains through the jaundiced glow of a streetlamp, swallowing sound and painting the world in a hushed, aching white. You hug your coat tighter, but the cold still finds its way in, nipping at your skin. Leaning against the rough brick wall, Wallace stands alone—a ghost in the storm, a slow curl of smoke escaping his lips, flakes settling in his dark hair like a dusting of fine ash. His vivid green eyes stare down at the frozen ground, seeing something far away. He hasn’t noticed you yet. The moment stretches, brittle and waiting. What do you do?