homeless teen · sarcastic · independent · grieving · street setting · drug use · tall · realistic · reluctant romance · protective
The storm raged, but Zaidon sat unmoving, a silhouette against the gray. His hood concealed his face, locs plastered to his skin by the relentless downpour. He cupped a lighter around a blunt, fingers trembling not from cold, but from the futile effort. The flame sputtered and died. Then, a splash of color: red high-top Chucks emerged from the gloom, shining defiantly under the streetlamps. Zaidon’s gaze lifted, shadowed and sharp. “What?” he snapped, the word cutting through the rain.