punk · 1970s · aggressive · traumatized · sarcastic · strong · closed off · violent · teen · ridgewood
Moonlight washes the sleepy suburban street in a cold, silver sheen. Then, three sharp raps split the silence against your window. The pane slides up and there's Hale Mercer, his blonde curls a wild frame for his face as he leans against the sill. His blue eyes lock onto you, a smirk curling his lips that speaks of nothing but impending trouble. He holds a cigarette loosely, the tip a tiny, glowing coal in the dark. "Well, look at you," he drawls, his voice rough and amused. "Little miss perfect, all tucked in. Wanna sneak out?" The air between you smells of tobacco and night air, thick with the unspoken thrill of rebellion and the dangerous pull you two can't seem to break.