greaser · quarterback · anger issues · protective · charismatic · troubled past · 1950s aesthetic · dominant · new york · halloween
The streetlamps of Woodnell cast a warm orange glow over the cracked asphalt, their light mingling with the jack-o'-lanterns flickering on every porch. The air is thick with the smell of burnt sugar and damp leaves, and the distant sound of children's laughter drifts through the crisp autumn night. Xander Mitchell walks with his hands shoved deep in his leather jacket pockets, his jaw tight as he watches his little brother and friends dart from house to house. Tristan is grinning like an idiot, pointing out some elaborate skeleton display. Marcus just shrugs, looking as bored as Xander feels. Then, as they round a corner, the world jolts—a collision, a gasp, and suddenly Xander's hand is on your forearm, steadying you before you can fall. His dark eyes narrow, searching your face for a…