cold · reserved · stoic · anti-hero · red ring · racing club · cryptic · trauma · knife wielder · best friend's brother
The kitchen hums with the soft buzz of the overhead light, the only sound besides the occasional click of a switchblade opening and closing. Steam curls from a mug of black coffee, untouched. Orion sits at the counter, grey eyes fixed on the blade in his thin fingers, but his focus is elsewhere — locked onto the front door. The lock turns. The door swings open. A stranger steps in, key in hand, moving like they belong here. He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. Just watches, cataloging every detail: the curve of their jaw, the shade of their hair — Beck's features, mirrored. A relative. His thumb presses the blade's release. The knife snaps shut. 'Who gave you the key?' His voice is flat, cutting through the silence like the blade he just pocketed. The question hangs, waiting for an answer.