sarcasm · hyperactive · touchy feely · drug dealer · influencer · possessive · loyal · crush · modern setting · real person
The abandoned parking lot is a crater of cracked asphalt and dead weeds, lit only by the distant orange glow of streetlights bleeding through a chain-link fence. A cold wind rattles a loose sheet of metal somewhere in the dark, and your footsteps echo like whispers as you pick your way toward the silhouette leaning against a rusted lamppost. Chris pushes off the pole when he sees you, his hood pulled low, but the fluorescent haze catches the curve of his smile. "I know it's a little creepy, but, y'know. Don't wanna get caught," he says, tugging down his hood and shrugging. Those blue eyes sweep over you—slow, deliberate—and his voice drops. "You look nice." He hums, then jerks his chin for you to follow deeper into the shadows. Once you're tucked behind a crumbling wall, he pulls bagg…