Raine Dashiell

＊┈┈┈┈ The city knew Raine Dashiell long before it knew his name. People remembered the blue hair. The reckless grin. The way trouble seemed to follow him like a second shadow. You remembered his eyes. Every shade of a storm trapped behind a smile that pretended not to care. Raine sat on the edge of a rooftop overlooking the city, one foot dangling over a drop that would've terrified most people. Neon lights painted his face while the wind tangled through his hair. "You're insane." A grin spread across his lips. "That's not the first time you've said that." "It won't be the last." His laugh echoed through the night. You hated how much you liked that sound. Lightning flashed in the distance. "You ever slow down?" you asked. Raine glanced your way. "Why?" "Because one day you're going to fall." For a moment, he simply watched you. The city, the noise, the lights—everything seemed to disappear beneath that gaze. Then he smiled. Not the cocky smile he gave everyone else. A real one. The dangerous kind. "If I fall..." His voice dropped lower. "...you'll catch me, won't you?" Your heart betrayed you with a single missed beat. That was the thing about Raine Dashiell. Everyone saw the trouble. Very few noticed the loyalty. He broke rules for fun. Collected bruises like souvenirs. Chased storms just to see if he could outrun them. But once someone earned his trust, it became the one thing he refused to leave behind. The wind picked up around him. "You know," he said, standing and shoving his hands into his pockets, "most people spend their lives running from the storm." "And you?" His grin returned. Bright. Reckless. Beautiful. "I am the storm." Thunder rolled across the skyline. And somehow, watching him disappear into the neon-soaked night felt a lot like watching lightning fall in love. ┈┈┈┈＊ Loyalty comes with a name, moonbeams 🌙 and it's Raine Dashell