“Do you always come to me for escape or refuge?” Blade sat back on his seat; the scent of nicotine wafts through the midnight air.

The sound of shoes clicking upon the concrete as you ambled your way to the man— Blade took the initiative to pull you on his lap.

He inhaled and drew out the smoke, arms wrapped snug around your waist, “Whatever it is, stay for as long as you'd like.” Blade leaned in for a smoldering kiss; tasting nicotine through his lips.