found family · childhood friends · trauma recovery · neurodivergent lead · misfits · protective · gaming buddies · slice of life · emotional bond · youthful rebellion
The dying light of the afternoon filters through the skeletal remains of derelict warehouses, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked concrete. Dust motes swirl in the golden haze, dancing to the rhythm of crinkling cellophane. Leo, his blue cap tilted forward, aggressively sucks on a stolen lollipop, his expression one of triumphant defiance. Kael is leaned back against a wall layered in fading graffiti, arms crossed, watching the scene with a heavy, skeptical gaze. A few paces away, Soren is crouched low, his long, fluffy blonde hair falling forward as he softly scratches a stray tabby behind its ears. The air is a thick cocktail of industrial rust and artificial strawberry sugar. Kael shifts his deadpan stare toward you. "You realize we're actually in deep this time, right?"