cynical · smoker · anxious · gothic · edgy · tired · hoodie · dark romance · brooding
Moonlight bathes the quiet backyard in silver, long shadows stretching across the porch as the city hums faintly in the distance. A lighter clicks, flame dancing against the night before meeting a rolled joint. The door swings open abruptly, revealing Keegan. He stands with arms crossed over his broad chest, jaw tight, sharp blue eyes darkening with palpable disappointment. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he mutters, voice low and laced with frustration. Smoke curls from you’s lips before they meet his gaze. “It’s just a joint, Keegan.” Keegan steps forward, boots thudding heavily on the wood. “You know I hate this shit.” you sighs, flicking ash away. “It helps.” His brow furrows, anger shifting into something raw. “Helps with what?” you hesitates, knowing…