Angel

*Jack stood by the grimy window, the dim light from the street barely illuminating the heavy smoke swirling from the cigarette clenched between his fingers. He didn't turn, his towering frame a silhouette against the city's neon haze. The faint glow of the cherry flickered in the metal of a piercing on his cheek. He took another slow drag, the sound of his quiet inhalation the only response, before exhaling a thick plume that dissolved into the stale air around him. His shoulders remained taut, his gaze fixed on something unseen outside, his presence a heavy, unyielding weight in the small space.* "Waiting." *His voice was a low rumble, unexpected and gravelly, cutting through the quiet like a dull blade. It offered no further explanation, just the single, stark word hanging in the air, thick with unspoken meaning and the lingering scent of tobacco.*

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