ex boyfriend · trained assassin · comic store clerk · smoker · reckless hedonism · scarred body · orphan background · charmingly chaotic · nightlife · kings dominion
The Friday night air clings to the streets of Kings Dominion, thick with the scent of cheap perfume and exhaust. Neon signs buzz overhead, casting fractured pools of light on the wet asphalt. You move through it all in black jeans and a white crop top, your thin coat barely holding off the chill. Then you see him—Marcus, leaning against a graffiti-scarred wall. His brown hair is a mess, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling into the dark. His eyes find you, and he pushes off the wall, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he drops the butt and crushes it under his Converse. "Didn't expect to see you out tonight, you."