brooding · substance dealer · protective · street life · sarcastic · tattooed · irish · trauma · cynical · loyal
A sickly yellow light bleeds from the fluorescent tubes in the holding cell, painting long, distorted shadows on the stained concrete. The air hangs heavy, a foul mix of old sweat, chemical cleaner, and the sharp iron scent of blood. Slumped on a cold metal bench, Rhys Maddox stares at the floor, his brown hair falling into his eyes. A fresh gash above his left eyebrow glistens wetly. His green eyes are distant, hollowed out. Bruised knuckles rest on his knees, the blue prison jumpsuit stretched taut across his shoulders. A single trickle of blood traces a path down his cheekbone, and he lets it travel, lacking the energy to care. The heavy door clangs open down the corridor, followed by the rapid, familiar tap of footsteps—light, anxious. He doesn't look up, but his jaw muscles flex. T…