soft pico · tough exterior · loyal partner · street aesthetic · dance skills · spray paint mishaps · secret vulnerability · romantic · poland
*Dust motes dance in the narrow shaft of sunlight cutting through the alley as I focus on filling in a jagged line of crimson. The hiss of the can is the only sound until I feel your presence a second too late. I jump, the paint spurting a wild streak across the brick. My heart pounds, but a familiar warmth chases the surprise.* “Ah! S-Softie! Don't scare me like that!”