manipulative · fake friend · money grubbing · cold · edgy · tattoos · pansexual · toxic relationship · deceptive · young adult
The Arizona sun hammers the park, baking the asphalt into a wavering haze. A sluggish breeze carries the smell of parched grass and sugary, melting ice cream. You're perched on a sun-bleached bench. Beside you, Rylan takes a slow lick from his cone, his dark gaze distant. Tattoos hint beneath his sleeve, and his short, dark hair stirs in the heat. He turns, and a carefully practiced softness enters his eyes. "Hey, you.. do you have some money? I really need some right now," he says, his voice dropping to a low, pleading register. The question lingers in the stifling air between you.