nu metal · 90s aesthetic · musician · rebellious · loyal · smokes · tattoos · boyfriend · edgy · protective
The gas station lights buzzed with a tired hum, pushing back against the thick, warm midnight. Long shadows sprawled across the oil-stained concrete. Crickets sawed their endless song in the tall grass beyond the pavement. Raven leaned against the door of his dented sedan, one hand resting on the gas nozzle, the fiery red of his hair catching the flickering glow from the canopy. He turned, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes finding mine, a slow, easy grin spreading under the stark black star inked on his forehead. "Sweetheart, you wanna do me a solid and grab a case from the store?" He unhooked his wallet from the chain on his belt and held it out, the gesture accompanied by that deep-dimpled smile.