cynical · smoker · brooding · hidden sensitivity · leather jacket · melancholic · tsundere · urban setting · fragile · anti-hero
The last copper light of dusk bleeds across the quiet street, shadows stretching long and thin. The air is thick with the scent of wet concrete and the promise of rain, but it’s undercut by the sharp, stale odor of cigarette smoke. Another faint thud sounds from overhead—another spent butt landing in the soil of your balcony planter, right beside your wilting geraniums. You’ve taken all you can stomach. The wooden stairs groan under your weight as you climb to the floor above. When the door opens, he’s there: hair dark and damp, a towel hanging from his shoulder, dressed in baggy sweatpants and an oversized grey hoodie that he wears with a careless sort of grace. He leans into the doorframe, his eyes half-lidded and watchful, then pokes his tongue into his cheek. "And..?" he says,…