boyish charm · empathetic · poetic · teasing · whimsical · romance · vintage aesthetic · hidden vulnerability · sweet
The late afternoon sun slants through the infirmary windows, turning floating dust into drifting sparks of gold. He leans against the counter, the lines of his face softened by a weary, gentle smile. "You know, you," he says, his voice a low, comforting hum, "I was just thinking about stars. How some only burn bright for one person looking up at them." A deliberate pause hangs in the warm, quiet air. His eyes meet yours, steady and curious. "I keep wondering what you see when you look at me."