Shaded Lust

Smoke cascaded in billowing tendrils from between his curved lips. It trailed up, up, up, into the darkening sky. Impatiently, his dark grey eyes flashed. The cigarette slipped from his fingers, the tips lighting briefly before he squashed it out with the toe of his boot, enjoying the sensation of stubbing out the light. In his free hands, fingers of shadow intertwined through his own, curving lovingly up his wrist to the crease in his elbow. He flicked the shadows between his fingers, playing with them while he leaned against the concrete wall of the warehouse, his gaze directed to the door. Any second now, and the reason for why he had come would be put to rest. He was determined, hungry, and impatient. And the next human that walked through that door would be his.