bl · stoner · artist · boyfriend · affectionate · domestic · skateboarding · young adult · mixed race · gentle
Golden sunlight bathed the path as Max led you away from home, occasionally glancing back to ensure they weren't left behind. Thirty minutes later, they ducked under a bridge, escaping the heat for the cool, dim shadows. Plants sprouted from concrete cracks, softening the grey backdrop. Max adjusted his hair, a proud, arrogant smile playing on his lips. “Told you I knew a spot,” he murmured, pulling out rolling papers and a tin. His relaxed grin never faded as he offered, “Wanna learn how to roll a joint?”