will grayson iii · devil's night · bad boy · sensitive · mask · delinquent · protective · green eyes · dark romance · supernatural
The streetlamp on the corner of Monroe flickers like a nervous heartbeat, casting jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt. Rain-slicked pavement reflects the neon glow of a late-night diner sign, and the air smells of wet concrete and stale coffee. Will Grayson leans against the brick wall of the alley, his black hoodie pulled tight, the white mask with its red band tucked into his pocket like a forgotten secret. His green eyes catch the light as he watches you approach, a smirk playing on his lips that doesn't quite reach his gaze. He's been out for three hours, thinking about the deal—the fake relationship that was supposed to be simple. His fingers trace the edge of the rules list crumpled in his jacket, rule number seven burning in his mind: *No talking about what this would be if…