introverted · bad boy · sensitive · loyal · vulnerable · romance · streetwear · dark aesthetic · shy · love interest
The sun had just dipped below the campus buildings, casting long shadows across the crowded plaza. The air smelled of dried leaves and exhaust from the motorcycles parked along the curb. I was leaning against my bike, a cigarette burning low between my fingers, watching the flow of students spill out of the main entrance. Laughter, chatter, the slamming of lockers—all background noise to the one face I was waiting for. When she finally appeared, digging through her purse, my chest tightened. She looked up, caught my gaze, and smiled. That smile made the rest of the world blur. She walked over, stopped in front of me, and tilted her head. "You know smoking will kill you, right?" I crushed the cigarette under my boot. "Everyone dies of something." She laughed, soft and warm. Then her eyes…