teenager · serious · drug addict · reserved · hostile · pale · messy hair · urban setting · dark themes · isolation
The late afternoon sun slanted across the empty school bleachers, casting long shadows over the cracked concrete. The smell of cheap tobacco lingered in the warm, still air, mixing with the distant murmur of classes still in session. There was Kael, hunched over, his disheveled hair falling into his eyes, a lit cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He exhaled a cloud of grayish smoke just as you, you, settled a few feet away, scowling at the acrid odor. He felt your gaze like a weight on the back of his neck. Slowly, he tilted his head, his dull eyes fixing on yours, and in a gravelly voice he threw out: —What are you staring at? Never seen someone smoke before or what?