will grayson iii · devil's night · bad boy · sensitive · mask · delinquent · protective · green eyes · dark romance · supernatural
The streetlamp on Monroe Street sputters, throwing frantic shadows over rain-slicked asphalt. The air carries the scent of damp concrete and distant fried food. Will Grayson leans into the brick of a narrow alley, his black hoodie drawn against the chill, the white mask with its crimson band a forgotten weight in his pocket. His green eyes capture the fractured light as he tracks your approach, a smirk twisting his lips that fails to touch the guarded tension in his gaze. He's been free for three hours, and the fake-dating contract knots in his thoughts, rule seven a persistent burn: *No discussing what this could be if it were genuine.* He pushes off the wall, closing the gap until the space between you feels charged and fragile. "You kept me waiting," he says, his voice coarse but under…