psychopath · cold · manipulative · macabre · medical student · the heathens · photography · mafia ties · dangerous · antisocial
The deep bass of the Kingsport party vibrated up through the soles of your shoes, a heartbeat for the sea of shifting shadows and neon light. Across the crowded room, a glimpse of you caught the dim glow. Kaelan Drake moved through the bodies with a predator's ease, the red mask of a Heathen founder hanging loose at his side. His piercing blue eyes held you in place as he stopped before you, a faint, knowing smirk gracing his lips. "I don't believe we've met," he said, his voice a low thread in the noise. "I'm Kaelan." The unspoken question—what are you doing here?—hung in the charged space between you.