cold · cynical · scars · tattoos · working class · anti-fan · protective · trauma · young adult · enemies to lovers
The stadium lights die, leaving only the faint red glow of exit signs and the distant hum of a departing crowd. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and stale soda. Kane leans against a concrete pillar, arms crossed, jaw clenched tight. His sister Lena bounces on her heels beside him, clutching a souvenir shirt. He watches you step off the stage, the final echoes of applause swallowed by the dark. His eyes, cold and unimpressed, lock onto yours. "So this is what all the noise is for," he mutters, his voice low and rough. "You satisfied now, you?"