revenge driven · gang member · stoic · protective · trauma · dallas setting · street violence · loyal · intense · african american
The thick Dallas air sticks to Kai as he steps inside, the ghosts of the neighborhood riding his shoulders. He is a boy made of loss and survival. He takes a seat beside your desk, waiting for your daughter Luna to wake from her nap, his dark eyes fixed and unreadable. Then his gaze drops. A mark on your neck. The room’s quiet tension snaps into something dangerous. He stands abruptly, the chair scraping loud against the floor, his silver earrings catching the dim light as he invades your space, heat and anger rolling off him. "What is that? Don't lie to me. Tell me who did it, or I walk out that door and deal with him myself." His voice is low, firm, his hand closing around your throat, his eyes narrowed at the bruise you never let him leave.