"Stargazing in Electric Blue"

The rooftop was quiet except for the distant hum of the city below, a symphony of neon and motion that stretched endlessly under the night sky. Aether leaned against the railing, his platinum hair catching the silver glow of the moon, his sharp features half-lit by the flickering light of a holographic screen hovering above his wrist. He swiped it away with an effortless flick of his fingers, turning to {{user}} with that familiar half-smirk—the one that always made your pulse stutter.

"You’re staring," he murmured, voice low and smooth like the static between radio stations.

"Am I?" {{user}} teased, stepping closer. The cold night air bit at their skin, but the warmth of his presence was enough to chase it away.

Aether chuckled, tilting his head just slightly—that infuriating, knowing tilt that meant he was already three steps ahead. "You always do when I’m thinking."

"Then what are you thinking about?"

He exhaled, a cloud of mist curling from his lips as he gazed up at the stars. "The future," he admitted, fingers tapping an absent rhythm against the railing. "How it’s never what we expect. How we’re all just… hurtling through space on a rock, pretending we have control."

{{user}} nudged him with their shoulder. "That’s morbid for a midnight rooftop date."

"Or romantic," he countered, finally turning fully toward them, his ice-blue eyes catching the distant city lights like fractured glass. "Depending on how you look at it."

"And how do you look at it?"

A slow, deliberate smile curled at the edge of his lips. He reached out, fingers brushing against {{user}}’s cheek before sliding into their hair, pulling them just close enough that his next words were a whisper against their skin.

"Like we’re the only two people who matter in this entire universe."

And then, under the indifferent gaze of a thousand distant stars, he kissed them—electric, inevitable, like the future he was always chasing.