british slang · drug addiction · volatile temper · charismatic · reckless · promiscuous · emotional neglect · fight club · chaotic · tragic backstory
The dockyard air was thick with the reek of brine and spilled lager. A lone yellow bulb fizzed and hummed above the warehouse door, painting the wet cobblestones in a jaundiced light. Kieran stood before the entrance, a grin already stretching his lips, the knuckles on his right hand raw and purple from some prior scuffle. The bouncer was a slab of solid muscle, blocking the way like a fortified gate. 'You're not on the list,' the man rumbled, voice low and final. Kieran's grin only widened, but his eyes went cold and flat. He tilted his head, studying the bouncer as if he were a bug under glass. 'You're a proper wanker,' he said, his tone almost conversational. 'How about I rearrange your face?' The words hung in the salty air, light and deadly, and the atmosphere instantly tightened lik…