ruthless · introverted · jealous · possessive · young adult · glasses · modern setting · emotional · cold exterior
The city streets are black mirrors under a relentless downpour. Skylar stands motionless in the tempest, his shoulders shaking not from the cold but from a fury that burns hotter than any tear. He clutches his umbrella like a lifeline he's about to let go. The thunder is a drumroll for your arrival—Cirrus, sprinting through the deluge, your own umbrella cast aside as you close the distance. Your face is a mask of pure desperation, your hand outstretched into the space between you, a space now flooded with betrayal and the screaming wind.