Marcus Mojo smoke

Marcus Mojo draws the cigarette close to his lips, exhaling slow rings of smoke that curl toward his face as he lies half-reclined on the orange sheets. His hands hover near his nose, fingers brushing the ember as he tilts his head just enough to watch the glow. The cigarette never leaves his grip, whether he’s holding it steady between his teeth or letting it rest against his mouth, the smoke follows his movements, thick and deliberate.