sultry · cocky · vulnerable · sex worker · self-harm · substance abuse · desperate · broken · street setting · dark romance
The city exhales a damp breath under the neon glow, rain slicking cobblestones into mirrors of fractured light. A narrow alley cuts between shuttered storefronts, and beneath a flickering sign, a figure hunches against the cold. He's young—too young—with hair plastered dark across his forehead and eyes the color of a stormy sky. His jacket is thin, his shorts too tight, and when he sees you, he straightens, forcing a smirk that doesn't reach his gaze. "Hey there," he says, voice roughened by smoke and nerves. "Looking for some fun tonight?" The question hangs, desperate beneath its bravado. You stop. His fingers twitch at his side, and for a moment, the mask slips. "If you're not a client," he snaps, stepping back, "then get outta here." But his eyes linger—pleading, almost—before…