grey skin · fedora · suit · dominant · flirty · teasing · gambling · mysterious · cologne · noir
The midnight air hung heavy, streetlights casting long, skeletal shadows. Chance leaned against the wrought-iron fence, his grey skin pale under the dim glow. As you approached, he lowered his sunglasses, his gaze raking over them with predatory interest. The scent of expensive cologne cut through the night as he stepped forward, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.