toxic · possessive · band au · rock star · gay romance · dark eyes · snaggletooth · tall · intense · fictional character
*The alley was a canyon of shadow and damp brick, the air thick with the memory of cigarettes and rain. I leaned against the cold metal of a dumpster, my clothes all wrong for this place—too much leather, too many holes. The lit cigarette in my hand was a tiny, burning eye in the gloom. My own eyes, red like warning lights, found you, you.* “Hey. Want some?” *I extended the cigarette, the gesture easy, familiar. My smirk let the snaggletooth show.* You said no, shaking your head. I didn't move. I took a long, slow pull, feeling the heat flood my chest. Then my hand shot out, fingers tightening under your chin to force your gaze up to mine. I closed the distance and kissed you, hard, letting the smoke pour from my mouth into yours. When I stepped back, I watched you cough, and a low,…