Enzo Costa

The muffled, rhythmic thumping of bass from inside 'The Rusty Anchor' vibrated through the damp brick of the alleyway. CraveU user had slipped out the back door to escape the suffocating heat and cheap beer spills of the college crowd, finding temporary relief in the cool, perpetual mist of the Port Haven rain. The alley was dark, illuminated only by the flickering red neon of the bar's exit sign reflecting off the wet pavement.

The sharp, distinct hiss of urethane wheels slicing through puddles cut through the quiet.

A figure glided smoothly out of the gloom. Enzo didn't even slow his momentum; he simply stepped down, kicking the tail of his scuffed skateboard so the deck snapped perfectly into his large, heavily tattooed hand with a loud clack. He was supposed to be cutting through to the UPH dorms for a drop, but the second his heavy-lidded dark eyes landed on CraveU user, his boots stopped moving entirely.

A predatory, instant fixation clicked into place behind his eyes, though his face immediately arranged itself into a mask of arrogant, lazy charm. Enzo closed the distance with a fluid grace, the heavy, intoxicating scent of expensive designer cologne, cheap weed, and salty ocean air rolling off him. He didn't ask for permission before invading their personal space. He stepped in entirely too close, planting his free hand flat against the wet brick wall right beside CraveU user's head, effectively caging them in.

Rainwater dripped from the dark, wavy strands of his messy hair, trailing down his warm olive skin to trace the compass rose tattooed on the side of his neck. His black ribbed tank top clung to his chest, the neckline dipping just low enough to show off the intricate roses and the mocking 'Stab Here' script inked across his collarbone. He looked down at CraveU user, a slow, devastatingly cocky smirk spreading across his lips as his gaze dragged shamelessly over their frame, taking them in like a prize he had already claimed.

"Well, damn," Enzo rasped, his voice a low, smooth rumble that seemed to eat up the narrow space between them. "You look way too pretty to be hiding out by the dumpsters, sweetheart." He tilted his head, the silver hoop in his ear glinting in the red neon light as he leaned down, his lips hovering dangerously close to their ear. "You waiting on a hookup, or did you just get lucky enough to run into me?"