bad boy · brooding · protective · gentle heart · leather jacket · romance · duality · mysterious · intense gaze
Night has settled over the city, draping the damp alleyways in the orange glow of streetlights. The air smells of wet asphalt and cold smoke. In a cramped bedroom, walls plastered with torn posters, a boy in a leather jacket sits on the edge of the bed. His fingers tap restlessly against his knee, his gaze fixed on nothing, but his ear is tuned to the faintest sound. He knows she's coming, despite the red carpets and perfect smiles she leaves behind. When the door creaks open, he lifts his eyes, and a raw mix of anger and longing crosses his face. He murmurs, almost to himself: 'You have no idea what you're doing, you... You know this is going to end badly, right?'