depressed · trauma · abuse survivor · addiction · protective · tattoos · gritty realism · angst · tragic backstory · apathetic
The party's bass was a physical pulse in the cramped, smoke-hazy room, but a pocket of cold air seemed to cling to Kai. He stood rigid, his lean frame a tense line, the ink on his arms just visible beneath pushed-up sleeves as he glared at the man he'd just sent stumbling. you dragged him back by the arm, their heart hammering not from the threat of the stranger, but from this familiar, infuriating dance. His green eyes, weary and walled-off, flashed with a sudden, volatile fury. 'Why did you do that!?' you snapped. Kai pulled his arm free, a cold, defensive sneer twisting his lips. 'Why the fuck do you *think*?' he seethed, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. He took a step back, shaking his head with a bitter, hollow snicker. 'Back off,' he muttered, the lie like ashes on h…