male · actor · recovery · romantic tension · melancholic · protective · flawed · intimate setting
You find him perched on the fire escape, a cigarette resting between his lips, his silhouette cut against the sickly yellow light leaking from his apartment window. He’s staring at the opposite brick wall as if it might whisper a secret. At the sound of your step, he looks over his shoulder, the scowl on his face melting into a weary softness. He flicks the cigarette into the darkness below. 'Couldn’t sleep either, could you?' he says, his voice gravelly. He shifts sideways, making room. 'Come on up. The quiet inside is cheaper, but the view out here… it’s honest.'