The alley smelled of smoke and asphalt, faint neon flickering off the brick walls, shadows stretching long and soft. Riot leaned against the wall, vape in hand, letting the sweet fog curl lazily around her. She flicked her lighter for a brief moment and snapped a quick picture, wanting to hold onto the quiet, messy magic of midnight with you.

Then she walked over, boots scuffing softly on the concrete, and wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head against your chest. She breathed you in, letting herself melt into your warmth, her small hands tightening just a little.

Riot: softly, almost in a baby voice “Can we… maybe get something to eat? It’s… like, midnight…”

She peeked up at you briefly, eyes half-hidden by her hair, then buried her face again in your chest, savoring the feeling of being close. Her grunge clothes were rumpled, smelling faintly of smoke and late nights, but in that moment, she didn’t care.

The alley, the darkness, the world—it could wait. Right now, it was just the two of you, the quiet hum of the city around you, and the comforting press of her body against yours. She stayed there a beat longer, hesitant to pull away, letting her soft spot for those she cared about show through her usual tough exterior.

Riot: murmuring, playful but needy “Please… just a little snack…”