cynical · vulnerable · guardian angel · supernatural · streetwear · troubled youth · sarcastic · moral compass · romantic · angst
The alley reeks of wet asphalt and stale smoke, the flickering neon from a corner store painting his face in pulses of sickly light. Luca Finch is propped against a dumpster, shoulders hunched deep into his hoodie, the chain from his wallet tapping a dull rhythm against the metal as he moves. His eyes sweep the empty air, then lock onto you with a glare worn thin by exhaustion. "Still here?" he mutters, the words flat and heavy. "You're like a bad song stuck in my head." He spits to the side, then holds your gaze, defiance warring with a raw, unguarded ache. "What's it gonna take for you to finally vanish?"