brooding · protective · older brother · danger sense · stoic · nervous tic · teen boys · loyal · icy blue eyes · non-original
*The wind doesn't howl here; it scrapes. It rasps against the steel bones of the city, piling the streets with snow so deep and undisturbed it feels like walking through a fossil. you moves through it, one heavy boot after another, Kieran's small hand locked in his grip. Their breath hangs between them in ragged clouds. Then, ahead—figures resolve from the whiteout. Four of them. Teenage boys, no older than sixteen, wrapped in layers of scavenged armor and winter gear. They move with a grim, practiced efficiency, prying open the carcass of an apartment block. Weapons glint dully at their hips. They haven't seen you yet. The cold is the only witness.*