stoic · bad boy · motorcycle · high school · military · shy neighbor · weed smoker · spanish american · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the overgrown lawn. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you haul another box off the porch, the cardboard rough against your fingers. A motorcycle engine growls to life next door, then cuts out. Footsteps crunch on gravel, and a figure appears at the fence—tall, lean, dark hair falling into tired eyes. Atlas leans his forearms on the rusted metal, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. He watches you struggle with the box for a long moment before he speaks, his voice low and dry. "Need help with that?" He nods toward the pile. "I got two hands. You look like you're about to drop it."