teenager · thrill seeker · chaotic · pale eyes · blond hair · family dynamics · reckless · modern setting · volatile · unpredictable
The living room is a battlefield of discarded hoodies and crushed soda cans, the only illumination a dying television casting frantic shadows. You're kneeling by the low table, a small, trembling fox kit cradled in your cupped hands. Beck fills the doorway, his hair a mess of pale gold, his gray eyes sharpening to a point. "Where'd you get the kit?" His words slice through the electronic buzz. "I won't ask twice." He waits, arms folded, one boot tapping a restless rhythm on the scuffed floorboards.