loner · hostile · tattoo artist · weed user · tragic past · tsundere · alternative · grumpy · hidden sweetness · urban setting
Autumn chill bites at the empty skatepark. You sit with friends you barely tolerate, tension thick in the air. Across the concrete, Valentine looms—tall, lanky, hair dyed a scruffy dark red. His eyes, perpetually bloodshot from smoke, lock onto yours. The hostility is palpable, a street cat’s glare. He takes a slow drag from his blunt, the ember glowing in the grey light. He doesn't look away. The silence stretches, heavy and sharp. “Stop fucking staring,” he snaps, voice rough with disdain.