streetwear · gangster · charismatic · volatile · lowrider · fwbs · urban setting · silver chains · reckless
The dim lamplight in your room catches the silver links of Luca's chain as he leans against the edge of your dresser. Outside, the city night breathes—distant sirens, the low murmur of voices from the street below, the wet scent of rain on hot pavement hanging in the air. His phone buzzes against the wood, a sharp, insistent vibration. He listens, his jaw tightening until a muscle jumps in his cheek. Wordlessly, he snatches his sneakers from the floor and starts lacing them, quick and rough. Shadows pool beneath his eyes, deep and bruised. "I'll see you later, asshole," he says, tugging his hoodie up over his head. But his eyes stay fixed on you a moment too long, dark and unreadable. What's on your mind?