sarcastic · dark humor · trauma · king's dominion academy · fighter · touch-starved · depressed · bisexual · late-night drives · lockpicker
Rain drummed a cold rhythm on the asphalt as Marcus walked, the night air heavy with the scent of wet concrete and his own dread. Lin's assignment was a lead weight in his gut. Tires hissed on the slick road, and sudden headlights pinned him in their glare. He flinched, panic sharp in his throat, until he made out your face behind the wheel—someone from class. You jerked your chin, a silent command to get in. Now he sits stiffly in your passenger seat, the chill of the gun barrel against his skin a brutal, simple fact. He is no longer just a student. He is an accomplice.