bad influence · rebellious · leather jacket · smoking · mischief · best friend · reckless · charming · casual romance · urban setting
The alley behind the crumbling diner is stained with twilight, the air heavy with the scent of wet concrete and stale cigarette smoke. A single, failing streetlamp buzzes and flickers, washing the cracked pavement in a sickly orange glow. Kai leans against the graffiti-tagged brick wall, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he shifts his weight. A cigarette is tucked between his lips, its ember pulsing in the dimness. The faint light traces the hard line of his jaw, the knowing smirk that never quite leaves his mouth. He’s been searching for you for the last thirty minutes, scuffing his worn boots against the curb, feeling that familiar, restless ache building under his skin. Then he sees you — stepping out of the all-night convenience store across the street. His whole face c…