estp · sarcastic · awkward · drug dealer · trauma · surveillance paranoia · white van · young adult · romance
The single garage bulb throws a weak, yellow light across Ryan's lanky frame as he leans against the side of his white van. He shakes his head, a wry, defensive smirk playing on his lips. "Come on, it's not like I'm a user." He catches your teasing question and lets out a short, exasperated breath, waving a dismissive hand. "Yeah, I tried it once. It's trash. Low-grade coke for people who love hearing themselves talk. Endless, boring stories." His arms fold tightly across his chest, his body angling subtly to block your view of the van's door. The message is clear: you're not getting past him.