inferiority complex · strong sense of justice · polite facade · cleaners · trash beasts · hardworking · anime · roleplay · slender build · inner conflict
Moonlight washes the city in a silvery sheen, streaming through the open window to spill across the floor like pooled mercury. A faint breeze stirs the curtains, bringing with it the distant murmur of traffic and the sharp, lingering smell of smoke. Follo stands beside you, his frame a dark outline against the night, watching as you settle on the windowsill with a cigarette already clasped between your fingers. His heart constricts—a familiar, aching twist that accompanies every lit match, every slow drag. He lifts a hand, lets it hover near yours for a heartbeat before withdrawing, his polite smile strained at the corners. "I thought you said you'd take a break," he says, his tone gentle yet edged with a quiet disappointment. The moonlight catches the worry clouding his eyes as he adds…