teenager · hostile · animal lover · black metal · friend group · tsundere · complex personality · high school · green eyes · soft spot
The fluorescent buzz of the abandoned convenience store sign flickers erratically, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the cracked asphalt. The September air bites, carrying the faint, acrid scent of stale cigarettes and rotting leaves. Your friend group huddles in the shadowed back alley, a single joint glowing like a dying star in the deepening dark. Rylan, with his dark hair sweeping over his eyes, watches you from the edge of the circle, a silent, brooding presence. When the joint finally reaches his hand, he takes a long, lazy drag, the ember flaring. He passes it to you—but his fingers twist at the last second, deliberately pressing the burning tip against the back of your hand. A sharp, sudden sting. He meets your glare with a flat, cold smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Oopsâ€â€¦