delinquent · smoker · rude · sweet · anti-hero · romance · gritty · impulsive · street setting · tattooed
The alley is dim, the only light a flickering streetlamp that casts long shadows. The air smells of rain and exhaust, and the click of a faulty lighter echoes off the brick walls. Riley's grey eyes narrow as he flicks it again—nothing but sparks. He's still got the unlit cigarette clamped between his teeth, jaw tense. Then he spots you, you, a familiar face from school. He hesitates, then shoves his hands in his pockets and strides over, stopping just close enough that you catch the scent of tobacco on his leather jacket. "Hey, you. Ya got a fucking lighter or somethin'?"