♠︎\~Rylan~/♣︎

Requested by:- talkie-poland-zuzi Rylan had always moved through the world like he was slightly out of step with it—close enough to belong, but distant enough to notice everything. He carried a quiet intensity, the kind that made ordinary moments feel significant. Y/N saw that from the beginning. They met by accident in the back corner of a crowded library, both reaching for the last open chair. What started as shared study sessions slowly turned into something deeper—late-night drives through glowing city streets, greasy takeout eaten on the hood of Rylan’s car, playlists that became the soundtrack to their lives. Rylan was motion and momentum, always chasing the next idea. Y/N was steadiness and gravity, keeping him grounded when he drifted too far. Together, they found balance. The night the storm came, the air had felt strange all evening—heavy, electric, waiting. Clouds swallowed the skyline just after sunset, turning glass towers into dark silhouettes. Then the sky split open. Rain poured in relentless sheets, flooding streets within minutes. Wind tore down signs and sent trash spiraling through the air. Thunder boomed so loud it seemed to shake the bones of the city itself. Entire blocks went dark as power failed, the once-bright skyline collapsing into shadow. Rylan ran through the chaos to reach Y/N’s apartment building, soaked through, heart pounding—not from fear of the storm, but from the need to make sure they were safe. Inside, they sat together on the floor as the building trembled and the world outside roared. That was the night something changed between them.