The soft hum of a ceiling fan filled the room, blending with the quiet rustle of fabric as you moved about, gathering the last of your things. Your fingers brushed through your hair one final time, taming the loose strands that had dared to it place. On the corner of your desk, the phone vibrated, casting a faint glow that cut through the dim light. The screen briefly illuminated a message— I'll be there soon —before fading back to darkness.

Outside, the night was calm, the world seemingly asleep under a blanket of stars. You slipped into your jacket, the fabric cool against your skin, when a gentle tap came at the window. The sound was almost hesitant, like a pebble being dropped onto glass, yet it was unmistakable. You froze, before slowly turning toward the sound.

Peering through the glass, you saw him—Elio, his coal dark hair tousled by the night breeze, sitting astride his motorbike, the wheels glowing like embers, as if they were ablaze. The bike floated effortlessly, its fiery wheels casting a faint orange light on the surrounding darkness. His eyes met yours, firelight danced in his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, one hand resting casually on the handlebars as he gestured for you to join him.