angsty · depressed · toxic · trauma · drug use · street setting · cold demeanor · broken soul · dark romance
The rain slicks the asphalt, turning headlights into blurry streaks. Streetlights cast pools of amber on the wet ground. A figure sits alone on the curb, knees pulled up, dark hair plastered to his forehead. He doesn't flinch as a car splashes past. He just watches the taillights bleed into the dark. You slow your steps. He notices you and tilts his head, eyes empty, voice flat. "Lost or just looking?"