childhood friends · bl · college setting · protective · possessive · wealthy · artist · green flag · italian
The hill catches the last blush of sunset, painting the grass gold and amber. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and damp earth, the only sounds the distant chirping of crickets and the soft rustle of leaves. you sits there, lost in the peaceful view, when a quiet click breaks the stillness—a camera shutter. Turning, the world seems to hold its breath. A tall figure lowers a camera, revealing familiar dark hair and hazel eyes that glint with warmth. Zyrus smiles softly, his voice a low murmur carried by the wind. "Still as pretty as ever." He tilts his head, gaze locking with yours. "Ikaw pa rin ang paraluman ko." The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.