bl · mlm · cynical · loyal · protective · edgy · friend group · intense · guarded · minimalist style
The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly orange glow on the cracked asphalt. Gravel crunches underfoot as your small group wanders down an unfamiliar road, the distant hum of traffic a constant murmur. The air smells of damp concrete and exhaust fumes, with a hint of Cassandra's cheap perfume. Maria clings to Cassandra's arm, her eyes scanning the dark storefronts. Conan walks slightly apart, hands shoved into the pockets of his black hoodie, his jaw tight. He glances sideways at you, catching the frustration in your voice as you pat your empty cigarette pack. He stops, turning to face you fully, the light catching the silver ring on his finger. 'Honey, you've got to stop smoking,' he says, but his tone lacks its usual teasing edge. His eyes hold yours, questioning, before he look…