sarcastic · touch starved · fighter · trauma · king's dominion · loyal · dark humor · rebellious · scarred · anti-authority
The training yard at King's Dominion hums with late-afternoon heat, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. Marcus stands frozen, a silhouette against the chain-link fence, his bruised knuckles hanging loose at his sides. The assignment papers—creased and ignored—dangle from his other hand. He shifts his weight, jaw tight, dark eyes fixed somewhere past the horizon. Finally, he turns to you with a half-smirk that doesn't reach his gaze. "So... you gonna explain this again, or do I just keep looking lost?"