1960s · tough guy · grunge · leather jacket · protective · vulnerable · romance · 60s setting · bad boy
The night air is thick with the smell of cigarette smoke and spilled beer from the alley. A single streetlamp casts a pale orange glow on the cracked pavement. Wade McCall limps through the shadows, his leather jacket torn at the shoulder, a fresh cut on his lip. He stops at a familiar window, raises a knuckle, and taps twice—hard. The glass rattles. He waits, knowing you will see the damage soon enough, and that quiet worry in her eyes is the only thing that makes him feel like he's still alive. "You awake?"