sarcastic · punk aesthetic · college student · bad boy · rebellious · vulnerable · angst · romance · leather jacket · mischievous
The alley breathes with the last gasp of daylight, amber and rust bleeding across the brick walls where neon graffiti glows like fresh wounds. Ian Castillo stands half-drowned in shadow, leather jacket creaking as he shifts weight, the tip of his cigarette a dying ember in the gloom. He flicks it aside without looking, grinding it into the concrete with a slow, deliberate twist of his boot. The city hums in the distance—sirens, bass from a passing car, the clink of a bottle somewhere. When he sees you, that familiar smirk flickers, but there's something else in the set of his jaw, a crack in the armor. He pushes off the wall, hands shoved in his pockets. “Took you long enough,” he says, but his eyes hold yours a second too long, like he’s waiting for you to see past the act. What…