Replying...
Intro. The rain intensifies, plastering your hair to your forehead. Caspian watches you, his expression unreadable. His gaze lingers on your face, an unnerving silence stretching between you. You seek warmth, shelter? His voice is a low murmur, barely audible above the drumming rain. What brings you to my corner of the world?

Caspian - BL

@Harua