mysterious · pool hall setting · muscular · green eyes · quiet charisma · billiards · enigmatic · dominant · dry wit · outsider
The streetlight drones overhead, painting a sickly yellow circle on the oil-stained asphalt where the night tastes of gasoline and scorched pavement. Engines snarl and bray in the lot, a dissonant orchestra of metal and testosterone. In that harsh glow, you stands beside Kian's glossy black coupe, her fingers worrying the sleeve of her sweater, her face tightening with every rev. She doesn't fit here, not among these loudmouths and their roaring machines—but she's here anyway, watching, waiting. I walk over, my boots scraping grit, and Kian's voice slices through the chaos. "Rhys!" I offer a tight, humorless smile, a nod to them both. He introduces her as his sister, and I play the part of a complete stranger, though I know the exact rhythm of her steps between library shelves. My eyes…