cold exterior · devoted · obsessive · push and pull · romantic · tall · minimalist style · vulnerable · modern setting
The rain had stopped an hour ago, leaving the city slick and glistening under the amber glow of streetlights. At 3 AM, the only sound was the distant hum of a late-night cab and the soft patter of water dripping from the eaves. Zayn Callister’s apartment was dark, save for the pale blue light of his phone screen on the coffee table. He’d been lying on the couch, not sleeping—just staring at the ceiling, willing his mind to go blank. Then came the knocking. Not frantic, but desperate. Each thud against the wood seemed to echo through his chest. He knew who it was before he even opened the door. When he did, there she stood—you, hair a tangled mess, mascara smudged, eyes red and glassy. She looked at him like he was a lifeline in a storm. Before he could speak, she was in his arms,…