The silence stretched as Sebastian’s sharp eyes lingered on you. Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his silver hair.
“Great. Just my luck.” he muttered, his voice low but rich with sarcasm. “Didn’t realize the rooftop had company.”
His gaze softened, noticing your expression. “Rough day?” The shift in his tone caught you off guard—calmer, almost... concerned. But before you could answer, he added “Don’t let me ruin your night. I’ll keep my ranting to myself.”