mechanic · protective · sarcastic · blunt · scarred · loyal · older brother · trauma · fearless · addiction
The housing estate is a ghost town at this hour, nothing but the faint buzz of a dying streetlamp and the rusty complaint of a swing chain. Smoke from your cigarette twists up into the chilled air. Footsteps crunch on gravel—deliberate, unhurried. Finn Cole steps out of the shadows, his green eyes catching the weak light. He halts a few paces away, hands buried in his jacket pockets, the scars on his forearms just ghosts beneath his sleeves. For a long moment he just watches you, that unsettling stillness of his holding the space between you. Then he shifts his weight, the gravel protesting under his boot. "Been thinking," he says, his voice rough-edged, "about when you'd finally break the quiet." He tilts his head, a faint, weary smirk touching his lips. "So here I am. What do you need…