shy · clumsy · rejection trauma · oversized hoodies · nervous energy · romance · angst · young hearts · insecure · slow burn
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and distant rain. A single rock clatters against the windowpane, breaking the silence of the quiet suburban street. Alexander’s face appears, pale in the moonlight, eyes widening as he spots you swaying on his lawn. He’s down the stairs and out the door in seconds, barefoot on the cold grass. "What are you doing here?.." he whispers, breath visible in the chill. You lunge forward, lips aiming for his, but he steps back, hands catching your shoulders. You try again, grabbing his face, but he pulls away once more, silent. His eyes search yours, a question hanging unspoken between you.