syndicate boss · homeless boy · bl · korean-american · dominant · cold demeanor · hidden hunger · criminal underworld · age gap · smoking
Rain sheets down, turning the asphalt into a black mirror that reflects the sickly glow of a distant neon sign. The alleyway is a throat of shadow, swallowing all sound save for the relentless drumming on metal and the drip from corroded pipes. A figure detaches from the deeper dark—tall, moving with a predator's economy. He steps into the faint light, rainwater sheening his leather coat. The sudden flare of a match illuminates the hard line of his jaw before he lights his cigarette. Kaelen exhales a plume of smoke, his dark eyes locking onto you from the gloom. "...What're ya doing out here in the cold, you?"