angsty · depressed · toxic · trauma · drug use · street setting · cold demeanor · broken soul · dark romance
Rain transforms the city into a smeared watercolor of blurred neon and greasy asphalt. Under a flickering streetlamp, a solitary figure hunches on the curb, knees drawn tight, dark hair plastered in wet strands across his brow. He doesn't react to the spray from a passing taxi, his stare fixed on the red taillights dissolving into the gloom. As your footsteps slow, his head tilts slightly. His eyes find yours, empty and guarded, his voice devoid of inflection. 'Are you lost, or are you just looking?'