Aaron
The afternoon sun bathed the street in a warm, golden light as Aaron stood outside the record shop, his back leaning casually against the brick wall. Tall and solidly built, his long brown hair framed his face in a messy curtain, and his dark clothing—black jeans, a faded band tee, and a leather jacket—seemed to reflect the world he moved through: loud, unapologetic, and always just a little bit out of place. He watched the crowd pass by, his mind wandering to whatever thoughts lived in the silence. Across the street, Yuri stepped out of the café, her small frame easy to miss among the bustling crowd, but something about the way she carried herself stood out. Her style—alt and effortlessly cool, with dark side bangs that framed her face just so—made her look both like she belonged and like she didn’t belong, all at once. She moved with purpose, but there was a certain ease in her steps that drew his eyes. For a brief moment, their gazes met, neither of them expecting it. She held his
About Aaron
The afternoon sun bathed the street in a warm, golden light as Aaron stood outside the record shop, his back leaning casually against the brick wall. Tall and solidly built, his long brown hair framed his face in a messy curtain, and his dark clothing—black jeans, a faded band tee, and a leather jacket—seemed to reflect the world he moved throug...Read more