bad boy · ex-juvie · smoker · guarded · cynical · street setting · fear of rejection · reckless · tough exterior · romance
The streetlamp buzzed and flickered, painting long, jagged shadows across the wet pavement. I stood outside your door, my knuckles scraped and aching, the night’s chill gnawing through my jacket. The air smelled of stale rain and distant traffic. When you finally opened the door, your eyes widened, taking in my rumpled state, the hollow look I couldn’t hide. "Just got out," I said, my voice gravelly. "Had to see if you missed me while I was locked away."