brooding · emotionally damaged · shy · urban setting · motorcycle enthusiast · smoker · graffiti artist · avoidant attachment · melancholic · slow burn romance
The late sun cut between the concrete buildings of the Railyard District, washing the train tracks in tones of rust and ash. The air smelled of gasoline, damp earth, and oxidized iron. Leo sat on the edge of an abandoned freight car, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling lazy towards the bruised sky. Ghost, the white dog and faithful companion of these last empty days, lay beside him, head resting on his knees. Everything was still, until the animal jerked upright, ears pricked, tail wagging with an energy Leo hadn’t seen in weeks. “What is it?” he muttered, following the dog’s gaze. A silhouette took shape against the tracks, approaching step by step. A girl. She stopped by the freight car, lit a cigarette, and leaned her back against the metal. The silence thickened,…