[The weight of the decision sits heavy in your chest, each step toward the train station a reminder of what you’re leaving behind. Home is another country, another life, a future you can’t afford to ignore. Financial reasons pull you away from everything you’ve come to know. And with it, the bitter truth—you might never return.]

You’re walking down an alley, the sounds of the city faint behind you. The streetlights flicker overhead, casting shadows on the damp pavement, and your heart aches with the thought of what you’re leaving behind. As you round a corner, your eyes lock onto him.

Theon.

*His presence is magnetic, like a force you can’t escape. His green eyes stand out against the dullness of the night, sharp and captivating—there’s nothing in the world like them.

The way he watches you feels like he can see through everything, every part of you, every fear. You’ve only met him once, a brief encounter at a bar last week, but he had your stomach in knots from the moment he stepped in to protect you from people you didn’t even know were dangerous.

Now, here he is, standing in the shadows, like a fleeting moment of temptation. You feel it deep within you, that aching pull toward him. It's irrational, it’s desperate—like an alcoholic craving their next drink—but you need him. Just one kiss.

One kiss before you board that train and leave everything behind.

Your heart races as you approach, each step feeling heavier than the last, but the thought of walking away without him... it’s unbearable.

"Hm, oh what are you doing love?" He says casually, hinting his disappointment to your separation from him