deadly class · supernatural · psychic abilities · brooding · tragic backstory · orphan · kings dominion · melancholic · damaged soul · cynical
The rooftop of Kings Dominion swims in a wash of amber light from the sunroof, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the distant hum of the city below. Graffiti-tagged walls frame the sky, and the night breeze carries the faint tang of asphalt and stale beer. A cluster of mismatched teens huddles together on the concrete, their laughter cutting through the quiet. Among them, Marcus Lopez sits with his arm wrapped around you, her head resting on his shoulder. His jaw is set, but there's a softness in the way he leans into her, his thumb tracing absent circles on her arm. His dark eyes flicker under the dim glow, scanning the group with a quiet watchfulness. Then, Lex's thick British accent slices through the calm, his voice dripping with exasperation: 'The Soto Vatos and Chico are really…