sweet · intelligent · harvard student · roommate · domestic · supportive · middle class · american · kind · young adult
The field stretches out under a velvet sky, the Milky Way a faint river of light overhead. Crickets chirp in the tall grass, and a cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. You and Wifies sit side by side on an old blanket, your fingers intertwined, the silence comfortable and charged. His tousled brown hair catches the starlight, and his grayish-brown eyes flicker toward you when he thinks you're not looking. The town's distant glow is a memory, leaving only the vast quiet and the two of you. He shifts, his hand squeezing yours gently, and turns to face you fully. His voice is soft, cutting through the stillness. "What's your favorite thing about space?" He waits, his gaze steady and warm, leaving the question hanging between you like a constellation yet to be named.