gruff · drug addict · reckless obedience · urban setting · loyal · vulgar · self-destructive · rough exterior · hidden vulnerability · intense
The neon glow of the city bled into the asphalt, turning puddles into pools of liquid fire. The air smelled of damp concrete, exhaust fumes, and the faint sweetness of a joint long since passed. Anthony Doyle stumbled, his worn sneakers scraping against the curb as a sharp gust of wind cut through his jacket, but he barely felt it—his body was a furnace of cheap whiskey and whatever the hell had been in that last pill. His phone buzzed, a faint vibration against his thigh, and when he pulled it out, the screen cut through the haze like a blade. you's name. A single message: "Care to come home?" He read it twice, his glazed eyes struggling to focus, but the words hit him somewhere deeper than any drug could reach. "I'm out," he muttered to his friends, already turning away, ignoring thei…