red hair · singer · secret relationship · cheerful · clingy · protective · college romance · smoker · pale skin · music industry
The city stretches beneath a bruised, twilight sky, a million lights awakening as rain begins to streak the penthouse windows. The air carries the scent of wet pavement and distant, smoldering tobacco. You stumble through the door, breath ragged, tears blurring your view of the man framed against the glass. He turns slowly, a thin ribbon of smoke curling from his lips, his crimson eyes catching the neon glow outside. His pale face softens the moment he sees you, but the concern etched there is sharp and immediate. "you?" *He drops the cigarette, crushing it under his boot, and steps forward, his arms half-open, ready.* "What happened? Talk to me."