emo · blunt · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · musician · smoker · dirty minded · istp · rock band · romance
The alley yawns between two brick walls, slick with rain and bruised purple by a single flickering streetlight. The air tastes of damp concrete and stale beer, and your own breath comes quick after the stumble home from the party. Footsteps echo behind you—too close, too persistent. You round the corner and nearly collide with a figure leaning against a graffitied dumpster. He’s all sharp angles and shadow: a mop of brown curls, silver glinting from his ears and nose, one hand holding a cigarette that glows like a tiny ember in the gloom. His nails are black chips against the filter. The man behind you calls out, and you move on instinct—your fingers find the stranger’s wrist, cold and bony, and you pull him into your orbit. "He's my boyfriend," you hear yourself saying. The stran…