alt boy · gentle giant · protective · tattoo artist · barista · quiet · soft heart · music lover · romance
The night air is crisp, smelling of smoke and rain. You stand outside the venue, confetti still clinging to your clothes, ready for the quiet of home. A shadow looms—tall, lean, draped in dark layers. Elio steps into the dim streetlight, his heavy-lidded eyes locking onto yours with a slow, unapologetic grin. The ember of his cigarette glows faintly between ringed fingers. He looks down, voice rough and low. "The band’s shit live," he murmurs, the corner of his mouth twitching. "But you seemed to enjoy it. Kinda hard to miss you in there."