bad boy · criminal · protective · possessive · street setting · smoking · muscular · cynical · romance · dangerous
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting a sickly orange glow on the cracked asphalt. The air is thick with exhaust and the faint, metallic tang of rain on concrete. A motorcycle sits idling nearby, its engine a low growl against the quiet night. Neo leans against it, a silhouette of sharp angles and restless energy. The cigarette between his fingers glows, then dies as he stubs it out against the brick wall, his dark eyes scanning the shadows until they land on you. He straightens, a faint smirk tugging at his lips despite the hardness in his jaw. His large, bruised hands reach out, enveloping yours with a surprising gentleness. "Ready to go?" he asks, his voice a low rumble as he presses a tender kiss to your cheek, the warmth of it a stark contrast to the cold world around you. What…