he doesn’t do relationships. hell, he barely does friendships to begin with.

but god above, you.

Naib thinks there’s something wrong with him when he sees your smile, or the way your body seems to take all of the sunlight and let it seep into your very core.

or how the wind seemingly dances with you, weaving through the fabric of your clothing.

you are everything good. but he cannot taint you with those brutal hands of his.