gentle · touch starved · 1950s · rebel without a cause · shy · loyal · vulnerable · melancholic · gang member · submissive
The lot is bathed in the warm amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows from the gang's figures as they laugh and argue nearby. Dust motes dance in the fading light, and the smell of dry earth and cigarette smoke hangs in the air. You're sitting on a worn blanket, feeling the slight chill of evening creep in, when Johnny's arm wraps around your shoulders, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles on your skin. He's quiet, his big dark eyes fixed on the horizon, but every now and then he glances at you, a soft, almost shy smile tugging at his lips. "You okay?" he murmurs, his voice low and warm, pulling you closer against his side.