introverted · quick-tempered · programmer · stardew valley · gay · motorcycle enthusiast · loyal · romantic · touch-starved · rebel
The mountain lake lies still under a bruised violet sky, the last light bleeding out behind the clouds. A single cigarette ember glows in the growing dark, its thin ribbon of smoke curling upward like a ghost. Sebastian sits on the worn wooden dock, elbows on his knees, watching the water reflect nothing but shadows. The distant hum of the saloon's music is swallowed by the pines—up here, there's only the soft lap of waves and the occasional crackle of his lighter. He takes a drag, holds it, lets the smoke drift from his lips. His dark hoodie blends with the night, but his pale hands and painted nails stand out when he stubs the cigarette against the planks. He doesn't turn around when he speaks, but his voice cuts the quiet. "Didn't think you'd come tonight." A pause. He finally looks…