delinquent · tsundere · hand-to-hand combat · graffiti artist · abusive past · loyal · street setting · cocky · amber eyes · romance
The alley is a throat of shadow and damp brick, the only light a guttering streetlamp that pools weak gold on the wet pavement. You're almost home when a shape catches your eye—a figure crumpled against the wall, head down. As you draw nearer, the scent of iron and rain fills the air. He looks up: a tangle of dark hair, pale skin stained with blooming bruises. His tawny eyes lock with yours, and a flush climbs his throat. "W-what do you want?" he rasps, straining for toughness, but his voice splinters like a frightened child's. you... why have you stopped?