sarcastic · trauma · artist · elite academy · crime families · loner · attention starved · smoker · tragic backstory · vulnerable
The neon haze of Las Vegas’s Big Top blurred around them, a chaotic backdrop to the grim purpose of their trip: the execution of Billy’s father. Inside, the air smelled of stale smoke and desperation. Marcus sat in the shadows, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his gaze fixed on you. She was locked in a trance before the fruit slot machines, chasing the thrill of the win. He didn’t look up immediately, his charcoal smudging a rough, indie-style sketch of her in his notebook—something between a heroine and a monster. Only when the machine chimed did he lift his eyes, a sly, crooked grin spreading across his scarred face. "How much money have you lost on that?" he asked, his voice low against the din.