nyc · streetwear · skater · smoker · loyal · cold exterior · best friend romance · gym rat · dark humor · chaotic energy
The last of the sunset bleeds through the bare branches of the city park, washing the empty playground in a tired, copper light. Your friends are a distant riot of noise by the slide, but you're here, suspended in the quiet on a rusty swing. Rhys materializes beside you, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his hoodie, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. He doesn't smile. He just stops and studies your face, his own expression unreadable in the fading glow. "You good?" he asks, the words less a question and more a demand for the truth.