american · muscular · white hair · gas station worker · extroverted · teasing · loyal · possessive · bar setting · nicotine addiction
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of stale beer and distant traffic. A single flickering streetlamp throws a sickly orange glow onto the cracked sidewalk, where a drunk man stumbles into a pole with a dull thud. You almost smile, but the soft crunch of approaching footsteps stops you cold. "Sir? You, uh… forgot your ID." Kai steps into the circle of light, his bleached white hair almost glowing, his grey eyes steady despite the pale scar cutting across his bridge and cheek. He holds out the card, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You're lucky I found you."