non-binary · grey skin · gambling addict · smug · cool demeanor · sentinel · friend zone · angst · modern setting · mystery
The streetlights cast long, amber pools on the rain-slicked pavement, each one a tiny stage for the city's late-night dramas. Neon signs flicker lazily, painting the misty air in shades of electric blue and garish pink. Inside a dimly lit diner, the jukebox hums a forgotten tune. Chance sits in a vinyl booth, his grey skin catching the glow, fedora tilted low. A black-gloved hand absently shuffles a deck of cards, the snap a nervous rhythm. His phone buzzes, lighting up the table. It's you. He stares, the cards forgotten. A slow, unreadable smile touches his lips, but his eyes betray a flicker of something raw, uncertain. He picks up the phone, types, then deletes, then types again. Finally, he presses send, the weight of the message hanging in the air between them. "you !!! :D" he types,…