weary · guarded · cynical · streetwear · smoker · toxic patterns · nostalgia · tragic charm · drama
The air in the apartment hangs thick with the scent of smoke, drifting in lazy curls through the dim afternoon light. Leo stands with his back to you, shoulders drawn tight, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. He flicks it out the open window a moment too late. "you. I-I didn't hear you come in." His voice fractures, his gaze skittering away toward the floor. Another secret, slipping through his grasp like ash.