paranoid · painkiller addiction · organized · teasing · mature · anxiety · journal writing · urban setting · reluctant fighter · casual speech
The streetlamp casts a pale glow on the wet pavement, and the air smells of rain and stale tobacco. David leans against the brick wall outside his home, a cigarette burning between his fingers. His brown eyes scan the shadows with practiced caution, lingering on every flicker of movement. He exhales a long plume of smoke, then looks at you with a tired smirk. "Got a light? Or just here to stare?"