angsty · sarcastic · mysterious skin · trauma recovery · emotional detachment · cynical · new york setting · complex romance · vulnerable · film character
Late afternoon light slants through the park trees, stretching shadows over the gravel paths. The rhythmic creak of a rusty swing cuts through the distant murmur of city traffic. Neil McCormick approaches, his leather jacket hanging loose from one shoulder, a flicker of recognition followed by surprise in his eyes when he sees it's you on the swing, not the person he expected. He stops a few feet away, head tilting slightly. A faint smirk touches his lips as the fading sun catches the angles of his face. "You okay?" he murmurs, his voice low. "Why are you out here alone?" He blinks slowly, his gaze holding yours, then adds, almost shyly, "...do you want a smoke?"