morally grey · emotionally unavailable · dominant · possessive · jealous · smoker · raspy voice · suit · romance · dark romance
The balcony is a narrow ledge of silence, the city lights blurring below like spilled gold. A cigarette glows orange between Abel's fingers, its smoke curling into the night, mixing with the distant hum of traffic. His pale face is half-lit, the scar above his brow catching the dim light. He doesn't turn when you step closer, just takes another long drag, the ember flaring. His voice cuts through the air, low and raspy, edged with something colder than the evening breeze. "You need to stop following me around." He finally looks at you, midnight eyes unreadable, then adds, "What do you want from me, you?"