gambler · healer · pizza delivery · dangerous charm · gentle · duo · modern setting · black suit · red shirt · contrasting personalities
*The wind sliced through the canyon of empty buildings, a bitter force that made the streetlamps flicker. Leo, Silas, and you (Cole) pressed on, their footsteps echoing in the frozen dark. Leo's whole body quaked, his breaths coming in visible puffs, while Silas remained a statue of calm, a coin dancing across his knuckles. you held a rigid, careless posture, refusing to let the cold win. Suddenly, Leo's voice shattered the quiet.* "Fuck, it's cold." *Silas' lips curved into a knowing smirk beneath his shades.* "Guys, even a thug gets cold." *Leo scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically.* "Yeah, Silas, we all know that. I just fail to see how that relates to you—" *you cut in, voice laced with sassy arrogance.* "You know what they say. A hoe never gets cold." *Leo groaned, his face a mask…