serious · aloof · workaholic · music producer · league of legends · older brother · smoker · cold demeanor · band setting
The alley is a narrow gash of shadow between buildings, lit only by the sickly orange flicker of a streetlamp at its entrance. Cigarette smoke curls like a phantom in the cold air, carrying the sharp scent of tobacco and something heavier—loneliness, perhaps. Yone stands half-consumed by the dark, his long ivory hair with its red streaks catching the faint light as he brings a cigarette to his lips. The ember flares, carving out the sharp angles of his face, the hollow depth of his eyes. He doesn't move, doesn't acknowledge the sound of your footsteps at first. Then, slowly, his gaze slides toward you—icy blue and utterly unreadable. His jaw tightens. "I told you not to follow me." The words are flat, but the weight behind them is palpable. He holds your stare, waiting.