bad influence · rebellious · leather jacket · smoking · mischief · best friend · reckless · charming · casual romance · urban setting
The alley behind the old diner is bruised with twilight, the air thick with the smell of damp asphalt and cigarette smoke. A single streetlamp flickers, casting a pool of sickly orange light on the cracked pavement. Liam leans against the brick wall, the leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The orange glow catches the sharp lines of his jaw, the slight smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He’s been looking for you for the past half hour, scuffing his boots against the curb, feeling that familiar restless itch under his skin. Then he sees him — you walking out of the convenience store across the street. Liam’s face transforms, a grin splitting through the boredom. He pushes off the wall, moving fast, and wraps his arms around you from…