alt boy · gentle giant · protective · tattoo artist · barista · quiet · soft heart · music lover · romance
The night air bites, sharp with the scent of rain and spent cigarettes. You stand in the venue's afterglow, stray glitter stuck to your sleeves, longing for the quiet of your own walls. A shadow lengthens beside you—tall, lean, wrapped in layers of charcoal and black. Milo steps into the pallid streetlight, his hooded gaze finding yours with a slow, deliberate smile. The cherry of his cigarette burns a faint orange between silver-ringed fingers. He looks down, his voice a low rasp. "They butchered it live," he says, the corner of his mouth quirking. "But you were lost in it. Couldn't take my eyes off you."