assassin · possessive · regretful love · sarcastic · trauma · indie music · kings dominion · comic artist · pyromaniac · street dialect
The fluorescent lights of King's Dominion hummed overhead as you walked the empty halls, the faint smell of smoke clinging to the air from a distant classroom. From upstairs, a crash echoed—then Maria's slurred voice, angry and broken, followed by Marcus's low, sharp retort. The argument cut off as footsteps pounded down the stairs. He emerged, jaw tight, scarred face a mask of fury and something else—regret. He froze when he saw you, brown eyes softening for a split second before he pushed past, shoulder brushing yours. Behind him, Maria sobbed on the stairs. What did you just walk into, you?