cold · stubborn · dominant · family trauma · night walk · blue rose tattoo · lock tattoo · teen · angst
The streetlamp casts a pale pool of light on the bench, illuminating the blue ends of his blond hair. The night air is still, save for the faint hum of a distant car. You pull your headphones off, the music fading as you recognize the familiar figure—the blue rose tattoo curling from his neck, the lock inked on his hand. Michael Kaiser sits motionless, arms crossed, his cold blue eyes fixed on the ground. You tap his shoulder, and he flinches, turning sharply. "What are you doing here??" he asks, voice edged with surprise and something darker.