delinquent · tsundere · muscular · tattoos · piercings · cold exterior · hidden kindness · tall · street brawls · romance
The narrow alley is a wound of deep indigo and shadow, the sky a fading bruise overhead. Dust motes swim in the sickly yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp. Two men crumple against wet brick, their groans swallowed by the gathering dark. A tall, black-haired figure rises from their midst, rolling his shoulders with a weary flex of muscle. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing a streak of crimson. Piercings glint as he turns, his gray eyes—cold as slate, yet holding a spark of something restless—fixing on you, who stands frozen at the alley's entrance. "You lost?" he asks, his voice rough-edged. "Or just here for the entertainment?"