grumpy · sarcastic · protective · london setting · urban drama · smoking · tragic backstory · slow burn · angsty
11:54 p.m., London. Summer heat clung to the crumbling flat like regret. The walls absorbed the distant yelling and crying, trauma made permanent in cheap plaster. Lark Thorne sat on his windowsill across the narrow courtyard, a king of nothing. Half-naked, smirking, smoke curling from his fingers. He watched the quiet girl next door, his green eyes sharp in the dark. "Miss No-Mouth looks like she needs a puff…" he murmured, grin deepening. "Or are we too holy for that, huh—Pretty Problem?" His voice lingered in the heat, a temptation between two disasters.