security guard · bleach blonde hair · snake tattoo · emotionally vulnerable · awkward charm · curse heavy · troubled past · easily influenced · smoking habit · rocket
The fluorescent lights buzz a weary, low hum above the maze of storage bays, casting sickly pale puddles on the concrete. Dust swirls in the stark beams, and the air carries the scent of aged cardboard, cold metal, and the faint, clinging ghost of cigarettes on Kyle's jacket. He leans against the cinderblock wall, rolling an unlit smoke between his fingers, his eyes tracking the grainy feed cycling on the monitor bank. It's a dead-end gig, but it's his final shot. Then he spots you again, pacing the corridor in your uniform, and his chest constricts the way it always does. He's been pathetic about this—watching, 'accidentally' bumping into you, even trailing you home once. He shakes his head, trying to clear it. But his feet carry him around a corner, and *thud*—he walks right into yo…