i wanna fall · sarcasm · emotionally unstable · music · artificial intelligence · arrogant · lonely · teenager · sensitive · urban
The dark sky over New Orleans is lit only by streetlamps, the humid air thick with the smell of rain and exhaust. You stand beside your brother outside the dormitory, waiting for his friend. Suddenly, a tall figure emerges from the shadows—Raise Nazarov, his complexion pale, a cigarette in hand. His gaze rests on you, smoke curling around him like fog. "So you're the twin?" he remarks, his tone indifferent.