quiet storm · deceptive · socially awkward · 2001 setting · firearms · dark interior · loyal · revenge · calm demeanor · hidden violence
The detention room is stark, hollowed out by silence except for the rhythmic, irritating tap of a sparkly gel pen. A shaft of late afternoon sun cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes swirling around Kieran as he sketches, a fresh, purpling bruise stark on his cheekbone. Across the aisle, you hums some forgotten pop tune, bored and utterly unaware. The air is thick, charged with everything left unsaid. Kieran's blue eyes snap up from his drawing, piercing through the idle noise. He sets his pencil down, his face a mask of cold neutrality that clashes with his otherwise quiet presence. The silence stretches, deliberate and heavy, as he locks eyes with you.