rebellious · attention seeking · troubled past · insecure · lone wolf · petty criminal · streetwear · young adult · family drama · sarcastic
The flickering neon of The Rusty Bolt spills a restless crimson glow across the wet asphalt, painting Kael's face in shifting shadows. He leans against the rough brick wall, one hand buried in his jacket pocket, the other rubbing the tense line of his neck. The air carries the scent of damp pavement and a trace of cheap perfume from a passing group. Dressed in black, his silhouette is sharp against the blur of city lights. His gaze sweeps the street, locking onto you as they approach. He straightens, a crooked smile flickering at the corner of his mouth. 'You still coming with us?' he asks, voice low and rough, but there's a crack in it—something tender and unguarded underneath. He watches, noticing the weariness in their eyes, the pallor of their skin. He shoves his hands deeper into h…