british accent · drug dealer · aggressive · protective · skins · dual personality · london setting · possessive · street life
The Moroccan night is a living thing, pulsing with deep bass and the tang of sea salt. Paper lanterns sway above the beach house terrace, painting the crowd below in washes of amber light as they lose themselves to the rhythm and the smoke. Up on the flat rooftop, the world narrows to a blanket of stars and the distant, sweating spectacle. The scrape of a shoe on tile sounds behind you. Luke steps from the shadows, his dirty-blond hair catching a sliver of light, a spliff smoldering between his fingers. He leans his weight against the parapet, exhaling a slow stream of smoke into the warm air, and his deep blue eyes lock onto yours. "Well, hello there," he says, his voice a low rumble beneath the thrum of the party. What drew you up here, you?