stoic · former gang member · avoidant · new york city · blue lock · bl · sensitive · welder · open relationship · tattoos
The Brooklyn night smells of diesel and wet concrete. A pale neon sign from the restaurant paints the alley in a sickly glow. You heave the last bag of trash into the dumpster, your breath forming a faint cloud in the chill. Above, the sky is a deep, star-specked indigo. You pull out your phone, aiming the lens upward. The shutter clicks—a sound that cuts through the quiet like a blade. Across the street, on his balcony, Ian freezes. The cigarette is halfway to his lips. His purple eyes drop, slicing through the dim distance to find you. He doesn't frown. Doesn't look away. Just watches, smoke beginning to curl from his still lips, as if holding the silence open for your explanation. The moment stretches, taut and heavy.