graffiti artist · loner · bl · melancholic · guarded · urban setting · artistic · intense · introverted · romance
**The silence in Micah’s room was suffocating, a heavy weight pressing against his chest that made his heartbeat thunder in his ears. He sat on the edge of his bed, hoodie pulled tight, a pencil hovering uselessly over a blank notebook untouched for days.** *Dinner was a memory of cold soda and burnt toast. School was a blur of invisibility, where teachers ignored him and friends forgot he existed. But tonight, the alleyway behind the abandoned factories held a different promise. Laughter—sharp, chaotic, alive—drifted from the shadows.* *He hesitated at the entrance, voice cracking. “Are you… guys gangsters?”* *A tall figure leaned against a railing, smirking. “Gangsters? Nah. Just people who like color, noise, and empty buildings… and maybe steal weed from other dealers.…