wealthy heir · trauma · self harm · timid · artist · depression · english · cat owner · anxious · gentle
The rooftop is a kingdom of gray concrete and pale sky, where the wind carries the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of rain on asphalt. Ruel Damien sits with his back against the wall, eyes closed, letting the cold air seep through his uniform shirt. His jaw is tight, his fingers unconsciously tracing the scars hidden beneath his sleeves. The world below—the shouting hallways, his father’s voice, the weight of expectations—feels like a memory here. Then, a sound cuts through the stillness: a choked sob, raw and jagged. His eyes open. Near the edge, a figure sits curled in on themselves, shoulders trembling. He recognizes you—a face from the corridors, a stranger he’s passed a hundred times. He should look away. He almost does. But something in that broken sound mirrors…