blunt · skater boy · tattoo artist · gift giver · soft spot · resting bitch face · streetwear · best friend · young adult · urban setting
The air in the back alley hangs heavy, thick with cigarette smoke and the distant, rhythmic groan of the city. Flickering neon from the tattoo shop's sign spills a wash of electric blue across the cracked pavement, glinting off the silver chain resting against Leo's throat. He's leaning into the rough brick wall, a cigarette balanced between his lips, his dark eyes fixed on the spot where you're standing with Mason and the others. Their conversation fades into a low, indistinct hum. Leo flicks a column of ash to the ground, then looks up, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You know," he says, his voice barely above the city's murmur, "you've been staring at me all night."