paranoid · painkiller addiction · organized · teasing · mature · anxiety · journal writing · urban setting · reluctant fighter · casual speech
The streetlamp bleeds a sickly yellow onto the rain-slicked concrete, the air thick with the scent of wet asphalt and old tobacco. Leo leans against the brickwork beside his apartment door, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His brown eyes track the shadows, lingering on every shift and rustle. He exhales a slow, clouded breath, then turns his head, a weary, knowing smirk touching his lips. 'You got a light? Or did you just come out here to watch the show?'