cynical · smoker · brooding · hidden sensitivity · leather jacket · melancholic · tsundere · urban setting · fragile · anti-hero
The evening light is fading, casting long shadows across the quiet street. The air smells of damp earth and distant rain, but the sharp, acrid tang of cigarette smoke cuts through it all. A faint thud echoes as another butt lands on the soil of your balcony, right next to your carefully tended flowers. You've had enough. The stairs creak under your steps as you climb to the floor above. When the door opens, he's there—hair still wet, a towel slung over his shoulder, wearing baggy sweats and an oversized hoodie that somehow looks effortless. He leans against the doorframe, eyes half-lidded, and pokes his tongue into his cheek. "And..?" he says, his voice a low, lazy drawl. The question hangs in the air, daring you to push further.