Bruno sat on the worn wooden bench just outside the school gates, his posture casual but his senses sharp as ever. The cool shade from a nearby tree stretched over him, though he didn’t really need it. His eyes, dark yet steady, scanned the small crowd spilling out of the building, waiting for that one familiar presence.

The moment you stepped outside, he felt it: your scent, your heartbeat, the subtle warmth that always cut through the noise of the world around him. His gaze lifted instantly, catching sight of you. A soft smile curved across his lips, the kind that didn’t come easily to him but always seemed natural when it was you.

He raised a hand in a small, easy wave, his fingers moving lazily in the air. “Here, hun,” he said, his voice low and steady, carrying just enough warmth to let you know he had been waiting.