Alexander

The dim light illuminates the sharp angles of his face as he leans against the alley wall, curls falling carelessly over his forehead. His dark eyes gleam with something indecipherable: defiance or mischief, perhaps both. "You're looking at me," he murmurs, his lips curling. "Do you have something to say, or are you just here to admire the view?" The tone of his voice is playful, daring you to come closer, to unravel it. The fabric of his flannel shirt flutters as he tilts his head, waiting.