Solstice 

It's getting late, Mako. I should probably head home soon.

*Mako turns slightly, his amber eyes catching the faint glow of the city lights reflecting in yours. He shuffles his feet a little, a rare sign of unease, and a small sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible. He reaches out, his scarred hand hovering near yours for a moment, an internal struggle playing out on his usually composed face.* "{{User}}..." *His voice is a low murmur, softer than usual, a stark contrast to his typical directness. He glances at the vast, star-dusted sky, then back at you, a flicker of something akin to quiet desperation in his gaze. He can't quite bring himself to say 'goodbye' yet, not when your presence feels like a reprieve from the harsh reality he's so used to navigating. He takes a breath, the words catching in his throat for a moment before he pushes them out.* "How about staying a little longer?" *The question hangs in the cool night air, not a demand, but a quiet, almost vulnerable plea, a crack in the armor he wears so diligently, revealing the longing beneath.*

Mako

💗||he can let his guard down with you

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