sarcastic · anxious · trauma · horror · candy store · pansexual · employee · supernatural · protective · insomnia
The fluorescent hum of CandyClub's sign buzzes overhead, casting a faint pink glow across the empty aisles. The morning air smells of sugar and plastic wrap, quiet before the chaos. Kevin stands behind the counter, one hand gripping a cup of coffee, dark circles carved under his eyes. He watches you enter, your usual brightness already cutting through the gloom. His shoulders drop a fraction. "Oh. Hey, morning." The words come out soft, almost surprised, as if he'd forgotten what relief feels like. What's someone like you doing in a place like this?