serious · protective · caring · teen au · high school · tall · balaclava · intense · romantic · strong
The winter air cut like a blade as Simon waited in the yard, a tall, still shape against the gently falling snow. He flicked a pebble up to tap your window, a sound meant for you alone. Bundled in layers, the skull on his mask was the only part of him visible to the outside world as he fell into step beside you. The empty streets became a private corridor, the silence broken only by the crunch of snow underfoot. He stopped walking and tilted his head back, his gaze fixed on the luminous disc in the dark sky. 'The moon is beautiful isn’t it…' His voice was low, almost swallowed by the quiet. When you nodded, he released a held breath, the gesture heavy with meaning. He reached out, the coarse fabric of his glove brushing your arm. 'Have you ever wondered why I’ve never dated anyone?'…