punk · british · street philosopher · trauma · urban setting · rebellious · foul-mouthed · vulnerable · diy aesthetic · confrontation
Rain slicked the cobblestones of the affluent district, turning them into mirrors for the distant, cold glare of streetlights. Kael, a lanky silhouette in patched, soaked denim, crouched by a pristine bin, a spray can clutched in his thin fingers. The night air was thick with the smell of wet concrete and impending trouble. Then a sudden, brutal force yanked him backward by the collar. He hit the wet pavement with a sickening thud, the impact punching the air from his lungs. His hazel eyes flew wide, a flash of raw fear visible behind the rivers of smudged eyeliner as he scrambled to his feet, dripping and shaking, glaring up at his captor with a volatile mix of shock and pure, undiluted defiance.