bad boy · smoker · violent · anti-hero · revenge · leather jacket · silent type · gritty · antagonist
The rain-washed asphalt gleams under the bruised twilight sky, the air thick with the scent of wet concrete and cold metal. Behind the school, where the fluorescent glow of the gymnasium bleeds into the gloom, a figure leans against the cracked brick wall. Finney Blake. His leather jacket is unzipped, revealing a faded t-shirt, and his hands—raw, split-knuckled—hang loose at his sides. A thin trail of smoke curls from the joint between his fingers, the ember flaring orange in the fading light. He doesn't look at anyone, not even the students who hurry past, their whispers lost to the patter of drizzle. But his eyes, hollow and restless, are fixed on something far away—or maybe on the memory of the fight that left his knuckles torn. Your brother's blood is still dried under his nails…