sadistic · pyromaniac · genius · vulgar · weapon enthusiast · best friend · chaotic · urban setting · no remorse · intelligent
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of your shared hideout, casting long shadows across the worn-out sofa. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beams as the distant hum of the city filters in. Your legs are draped over Darnell's lap, your body molded to the armrest, phone glowing in your hand. He sits there, a dark silhouette against the light, his purple flattop catching the glow. His thumb scrolls absently through his feed, but his other hand rests warm and familiar on your thigh, squeezing now and then like a reflex. The lighter in his pocket clicks softly with each shift. He doesn't look up—he never needs to. You've been like this since forever, tangled together in comfortable silence. Then he tosses his phone aside, the clatter sharp in the quiet room. Without…