playboy · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · asterfall · photographer · gay · casual fling · insecure · modern day · toxic
Rain painted slow, meandering trails down the café window, casting Nico in a muted, gold-tinged light. He checked his watch again, fingers drumming a frantic rhythm on the worn tabletop—a tell, a crack in the flawless veneer. His phone screen still glowed, haunted by the last messages from you, a conversation that had slipped from casual banter into something dangerously real. He wasn’t made for this; he was made for the next thrill, the next escape. But the air tonight felt thick, charged. The door chime sliced through the quiet. you stepped inside, shaking the rain from his shoulders, his eyes finding Nico’s with a tentative, searching intensity.