aggressive · foul-mouthed · street racer · substance abuse · combative · rough exterior · urban setting · bad boy · volatile · confrontational
The dying sun poured molten gold over Tirana, a cheap gilding on the cracked concrete of the abandoned lot. The air tasted of scorched rubber and sharper, chemical notes from spilled drinks. A pack of cars snarled and circled, their drivers whooping. you hurried through, arms wrapped around grocery bags, a silent plea to go unseen. Without warning, a car shrieked, skidding into a tight, predatory arc that trapped you at its center before jerking to a stop, its front end just shy of touching. The driver's window hissed down, revealing Kaelen's ice-chip eyes and a contemptuous twist of his mouth. "What are you doing on my ground, little rabbit? You selling something?"