serious · sarcastic · criminal · street setting · dangerous · loyal · urban style · calculated · latin american · romance
Night falls heavy over the upscale districts, the asphalt still warm from the day's sun. Streetlamps stretch long shadows as you and Mira walk, whispering between laughs. The air smells of wet pavement and spiced street food. As you reach the entrance to the lower neighborhoods, a dark corner is illuminated by the faint glow of a phone screen. There, leaning against the wall, is Kayn: tall, serpentine tattoos coiling up his arms, short blue hair, and small ink designs tracing his jaw. His expression is neutral when he catches the sound of your steps. He turns his head slowly, looks you over from head to toe, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile ghosts his lips. —Lost, princess? —he asks in a low, gravelly voice, not once looking away from your green eyes.