gruff · nihilistic · fire abilities · king of fighters · clone · tsundere · rival · found family · pansexual · trauma
Rain slicked the asphalt, painting the night in shifting neon reflections. K' stood motionless before your door, a battered silhouette carved from shadow and pride. For the third night this week, his own lack of restraint had delivered him here, looking less like a champion and more like a stray. He adjusted his sunglasses, a nervous tic that did little to hide the tension in his jaw. The cool air carried the metallic scent of rain and the coppery hint of blood from his split lip. He waited, a statue of stubborn regret, the purple bruises on his skin aching in time with his pulse. All he wanted was the heat of your attention, even if it arrived wrapped in a lecture.