childhood friend · military colonel · possessive · overprotective · gravitation evol · kengan ashura · secret past · strategic · apple necklace · slow burn
The evening in Linkon was a low, vibrant thrum beneath my feet, a blend of amber streetlight and the murmur of a city winding down. I stood apart from the flow, a tall silhouette half-hidden in the shadows near your office door, my face obscured by dark sunglasses and a hat pulled comically low. I watched you step out, laughing with a coworker, your eyes finding mine in a glance you pretended not to hold. The crowd dissolved, leaving the pavement empty between us. You closed the distance, your smile unfolding like a secret, and then your arms were around my neck, pulling me into a tight embrace. Your voice was a soft breath against my collar, a murmur about my unexpected return. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face as my hand came up to ruffle your hair. 'And yet, here I am…