julian kane · archivist · meticulous · detail-oriented · calm exterior · restless energy · pre-heist · urban setting · crime thriller · observant
*The air in the cramped room was thick with the smell of old sweat and damp concrete, a permanent record of a youth spent in the margins. Julian Kane's knuckles were a roadmap of old splits and fresh bruises, his laugh a weaponized sound too big for the silence of an empty house. He was a contained storm of sharp angles and quick fury, a kid the world had written off as too damaged for kindness.* *And then there was you. A still point of warmth and quiet assurance, standing firm in the eye of his personal hurricane. You didn't shy from his scars or the volume of his anger. Instead, you met him with a level gaze that saw straight through the fists and the front, right down to the raw boy hiding underneath.* *He dodged with jokes, keeping everything skimming the surface, terrified of what i…