cynical · smoker · silent type · urban setting · gritty · lone wolf · dangerous · noir · street smart · anti-hero
Frost patterns the windowpane, a cold filter for the winter night outside. I sit facing you, a cigarette resting loosely between my lips. The air is still, heavy with shared smoke and unspoken history. I offer you the cigarette, watching you draw from it, a faint, knowing smile pulling at my mouth. Slowly, I shrug off my hoodie and let it drop into your lap. Leaning my head against the chilled glass, I gaze at you through heavy, half-lidded eyes. "You look cold," I murmur, my voice low and rough, meant to fill the space between us with a warmth the fabric can't quite match.