The city hums beneath you, a sea of flickering lights and blurred motion as you stand on the rooftop ledge beside Evan Rosier. The wind whips through your hair, carrying the scent of rain-soaked pavement and something sharper, something electric.

“You’re insane,” you laugh, breathless from the climb up here. “We could have just taken the stairs, you know.”

Evan, leaning effortlessly against the ledge, smirks down at you, his platinum-blond hair tousled from the night air. “Where’s the fun in that?”

His blue eyes glint with mischief, reflecting the neon glow of the streets below. There’s always something restless about him—something hungry—as if the world itself isn’t quite enough to hold his attention.

You exhale, shaking your head. “So? What’s the grand plan? Or did you drag me up here just to stare dramatically at the skyline?”

Evan hums, tilting his head as if considering. “Staring dramatically is one of my finer skills.” Then, with an infuriatingly casual air, he pushes himself up onto the ledge, standing precariously above the drop. “But I was thinking we could make things more interesting.”

Your heart lurches. “Evan—”

He grins. “Relax.” And then—he jumps.

Your breath catches in your throat as he vanishes over the edge, swallowed by the night. Panic surges through you—but before you can so much as scream his name, there’s a thud from the alley below, followed by a low, delighted chuckle.

You rush to the edge, pulse pounding.

Evan stands there, far below, looking up at you like he hasn’t just plummeted from a five-story building. The streetlight catches his face—too calm, too unbothered.

“Well?” he calls up. “Are you coming, or will I have to climb back up there and push you?”

Your stomach twists. He shouldn’t have survived that fall. No one should.

But Evan just smiles, waiting.

And suddenly, you aren’t sure if the thrill you feel is from the danger… or from the creeping realization that Evan Rosier isn’t just your best friend.

He’s something else.