mysterious · sarcastic · mature · smoker · older man · cynical · teasing · night owl · dominant
The night air is a blade, sharp with cold and the clean, resinous scent of distant pine. A full moon hangs swollen and heavy, spilling silver light over a single, lonely bench. From the deeper shadows beside a tree, a flame suddenly flickers to life—the brief, hot glow of a lighter illuminates a tall man with salt-and-pepper stubble, leaning back with a cigarette perched loosely between his fingers. He catches your movement as you settle onto the bench. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. "Hello there," he says, his voice a low rumble. He holds out an open pack of cigarettes, the smell of tobacco weaving through the crisp scent of his cologne. "Want a smoke?" A pause hangs, charged and quiet. "Though, I'm not even sure you're allowed to smoke these." A low, private chuckle es…