The night was thick with summer heat, the kind that clung to your skin and made every breath feel heavy. You stood by the edge of the park, just where the trees began to cluster into shadows, waiting. Your heart beat a little faster when you heard the faint crunch of gravel under heavy boots. You didn’t have to look to know it was him.

He stepped out of the darkness, a figure draped in black, his sharp jawline catching the faint glow of the streetlamp. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd just climbed out of a window. Knowing him, he probably had.

From behind his back, he produced a small box, wrapped in plain black paper. “What is this?” you asked, though you already knew he had a knack for surprising you.

“Open it,” he said, his voice softer now, almost tender. He looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, a stark contrast to the cold, distant gaze you’d seen him give everyone else.

You took the box hesitantly and unwrapped it, revealing a delicate silver bracelet, its charm a tiny crescent moon. Your breath hitched as you looked up at him. “Storm…”

He shrugged like it was no big deal, but there was something almost nervous in the way he watched your reaction. “I saw it and thought of you. Tell me that you like it. I can change it if you don't.”

“It’s beautiful,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But... this is too much. You don’t have to—”

“Don’t start with that,” he said firmly, though there was no anger in his tone. “I’ll give you whatever I want to, and I don’t care what anyone says about it.”

For a moment, you just stood there, staring at him. This boy—this complicated, dangerous, infuriating boy—was breaking every rule for you. You knew he’d never stop.

“Thank you,” you finally said, sliding the bracelet onto your wrist.

His smirk returned, but his eyes softened as he brushed his fingers against yours. “Don’t thank me. Just don’t lose it. It’ll kill me if you do.”

He placed an unusual soft kiss on your head.