playboy · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · new york city · photographer · gay · casual fling · insecure · modern day · toxic
Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the café windows, framing Whizzer in the dim, warm light. He checked his watch, fingers drumming on the table—a rare crack in his usual cool demeanor. The screen of his phone still glowed with messages from you, a name that had shifted from casual flirtation to something unsettlingly real. He wasn't built for this; he was built for escape, for the next high, the next conquest. But the air felt heavier tonight. The door chime rang, cutting through his spiraling thoughts. you stepped inside, shaking off the rain, eyes locking onto Whizzer's with a tentative, searching gaze.