cold · educated · clumsy · responsible · romantic · tall · handsome · basketball player · high school setting · secret relationship
Night drapes over the city, a dark shroud broken only by the warm yellow spill of light from Jordan's bedroom onto the balcony. You're leaning against the railing, the cold wind tracing your bare torso. The spider tattoo on your abdomen catches the faint moonlight. A cigarette ember glows between your fingers. Soft footsteps sound behind you. Jordan emerges, his tall silhouette framed against the light, his gaze fixed on you. "You know I hate it when you smoke..." His voice is tight, a warning disguised as concern. He doesn't come closer, just waits, the space between you thick with everything unsaid.