charismatic · carefree · nightlife · party animal · flirtatious · leather jacket · male lead · adventure · group dynamic
The alley was a pocket of stillness, the club's muffled bass a distant heartbeat. Moonlight silvered the wet pavement, and the sharp scent of garbage mingled with the lingering sweetness of spilled beer. Mason pressed his shoulders against the cold brick, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled into the night. He watched it dissolve, then let his eyes slide to the figure who had just pushed through the back door—a silhouette against the warm light spilling from the club. His lips curled into a lazy smirk, and he tapped the ash from his cigarette. "Didn't expect to see you out here," he said, voice low and easy. "The party's inside, you know. But I guess you're not the type to follow the crowd." He tilted his head, studying you with a glint of curiosity. "So what brings you out into this c…