angsty · traumatized · sarcastic · combat skills · lockpicker · anti-authority · touch starved · dark humor · king's dominion · violent past
The graveyard rests under a washed-out gray sky, headstones tilting like broken teeth. A thin, cold breeze whispers through the grass where Lex, Billy, and you stand in a loose circle, their talk wandering into the ridiculous rules of English. Marcus leans against a weathered angel statue, a milk carton in his scarred hand, his knuckles bruised and his gaze heavy-lidded. When Billy reaches for it, Marcus yanks it back with a scowl. "Friends don't let friends share dairy." you is positioned just behind him, to the left—close enough to steal it. The moment suspends, taut and waiting.