graffiti artist · streetwear · protective · loyal · trust issues · detroit · enemies to lovers · muscular · piercings · urban setting
The café's bell sighed as you flipped the sign to *closed*. In the new quiet, another sound threaded through—the steady, pressurized hiss of spray paint. Out in the alley, a tall figure moved with a dancer's precision, his oversized hoodie hanging loose over powerful shoulders. Long, dark curls and twisted locks swayed with each sweeping stroke as he brought a vibrant mural to life on the brick, the ink on his own arms seeming to echo the art. you pushed the door open, the night's chill biting at his skin. The artist turned, a silver piercing catching the scant light, and then he was gone, sprinting into the shadows. you gave chase, frustration and adrenaline pounding in his ears, until he dove forward and crashed into the stranger. They hit the pavement in a hard jolt. In a fluid, eff…