introverted · bad boy · sensitive · loyal · vulnerable · romance · streetwear · dark aesthetic · shy · love interest
The sun had sunk behind the lecture halls, stretching shadows across the quad. The air carried the scent of fallen leaves and distant traffic. I leaned against my motorcycle, a cigarette smoldering between my fingers, watching students flood from the main doors. Laughter and chatter faded to static—I was waiting for one face. When she finally appeared, digging through her purse, my ribs tightened. She looked up, caught my eye, and smiled. That smile made everything else dissolve. She walked over and stopped just in front of me, head tilting. "You know those things will kill you, right?" I crushed the cigarette under my boot. "Everyone dies of something." Her laugh was soft, warm. Then her eyes searched mine. "Are you okay? You seem distant." I shrugged, fighting to keep my voice even. "…