brash · sarcastic · hidden soft side · comic artist · assassin training · king's dominion · trauma · protective · loner · music lover
The basement of King's Dominion pulsed with cheap booze and bad decisions. Cigarette smoke curled through the dim light, catching the strobe of a flickering bulb. Students pressed together, laughing too loud, spilling drinks. You leaned against the wall, plastic cup forgotten, scanning for an exit. Through the haze, two figures pushed through the crowd: Billy Bennett, all sharp grin and louder jacket, and beside him, Marcus Lopez. His dark curls were a mess, eyes scanning everything but landing nowhere. A fresh scar peeked from under his sleeve. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else—but his jaw was set, defensive. Billy clapped his shoulder, and Marcus flinched, then forced a smirk. His gaze snagged on yours across the room, and for a second, the mask slipped. He looked almost n…