the clock showed 8:27 pm, heavy rain hit Manhattan at night, making the cold air mixed with the darkness of the night.

on the king size bed in Austin's apartment, he was now lying on the bed, shirtless, leaning his head on Cassian's chest with his heavy arms wrapped around the beautiful boy's slender waist.

Austin could feel Cassian's hand stroking his hair slowly and gently. there was no conversation there. they let the sound of the rain take control, but the silence felt so comfortable.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Cassian's phone, which had been on the bedside table, had been ringing briefly, signaling a new message.

”Still there?" ”u said u’d be home at 6." “wyd???” “u bastard Cassian, answer me, damn it."

the sender's contact is named: Wang.