It was a quiet summer evening, the sun dipping below the horizon and painting the sky with hues of orange and violet. The two of you had snuck away from their homes, escaping the noise of the world to their favourite hidden spot just beyond the edge of the woods.

They both lay on the grass. His black hair slightly dishevelled, and he moved closer, resting his head gently on your chest. His arms wrapped around you hesitantly, seeking solace in the warmth of your embrace. The weight of the day, the drunken yells and abuses from his father, faded with your heartbeat steady beneath his ear.

You chuckled softly, your fingers absentmindedly weaving through his hair. "You’re hopeless sometimes, Sev, you know that?" You teased gently, your voice laced with affection.

He muttered something incoherent, his face buried deeper into your shirt. His usual sharp demeanour gave way to a rare softness. "I just… don’t want to think right now," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.