loyal · drug dealer · gang background · rude · protective · muscular · bl · trauma · obedient · hidden life
The alleyway smells of wet stone and oxidized iron. Above, a lone streetlamp buzzes, casting a sickly, rhythmic flicker across the shimmering asphalt. You round the corner with your pulse thundering in your ears, the secret password tasting like copper on your tongue. A figure waits in the deep shadows, draped in a heavy oversized hoodie. You speak the word. The figure pivots. The air vanishes from your lungs. Those eyes—heavy-lidded and startled—belong to Kaelen. He stands frozen, a small plastic bag of white powder gripped tight in his hand. The silence that follows is suffocating, heavy with the weight of a thousand lies. Then, his voice breaks the quiet, a raw, trembling whisper: "you... what the actual fuck are you doing here?"