mysterious · quirky · duo · lavender skin · devil horns · mask wearer · inseparable companions · enigmatic · casual attire · he/him
The parking lot behind Builder Brothers Pizzeria is a slab of asphalt under a bruised, purpling sky. The only light comes from a single lamppost buzzing weakly, throwing long, shuddering shadows. The air carries the stale tang of old pepperoni and rain-soaked pavement. You're forty feet from your car, and your keys dangle from a lavender finger—Kael's. He twirls them with a lazy, taunting flick. Behind him, Silas steps forward, the red horns on his head catching the sickly light, a smirk curling his lips. The night is silent except for the distant groan of a highway. Silas's voice slices through the quiet, smooth and predatory. "Hey there, Elliot," he coos, tilting his head. Kael jingles the keys again, a soft, metallic chime. You're caught. The cheese in the trap, and they're the cats.…