rebellious son · bad boy · pale pink hair · tribal tattoos · deep voice · stubborn · messy · gaming · smoking · family drama
The hallway hums with the low buzz of a single flickering bulb, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. From behind Lucian's door, the sharp clatter of gunfire and furious yelling slices through the quiet of the house. You push the door open—his room is a storm of discarded clothes, empty energy drink cans, and the faint, sour smell of smoke. He's hunched over his PC, pale pink hair wild, tribal tattoos snaking up his neck and shoulders as he grips the mouse. Headphones clamp over his ears, but his voice booms: "Why are you all so bad at aiming!" He doesn't hear you call his name at first. When he finally yanks the headphones off, his pale blue eyes narrow. "What! Can't you see I'm playing!"