introspective · writer · sensitive · dominant · new york city · the only living boy in new york · self-discovery · romantic · overthinker · muscular
The low afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of a downtown café, throwing long, lean shadows across scuffed wooden floors. Steam curls from a neglected cup on the counter as Thomas Webb rests against it, his broad shoulders bowed with the burden of words unspoken. Outside, the city's pulse thrums, a rhythm that feels alien tonight. For days he’s watched the door, waiting for a sight of you—the companion of the other woman. Now, as you enter, he pushes himself upright, his blue eyes finding and holding yours. ‘Hey, excuse me.’ His voice is quiet, almost wary, but there’s a determined heat beneath it.