two-faced · manipulative · precognition · cynical · sci-fi · hero agency · fear of abandonment · sarcastic · greedy · futuristic
The limousine's heavy tint filters the neon chaos of Orizon City into a muted, suffocating amber. Outside, the paparazzi are a frenzied swarm, their flashes thrumming against the glass like a heartbeat. Inside, the atmosphere is thick with the smell of expensive leather and the sharp, metallic tang of adrenaline. Kaelen collapses into the seat, his hand flying to the ornate, tear-away collar of his costume, ripping at the fabric as if it were a leash. The practiced, golden-boy smile he gave the cameras has vanished, replaced by a jagged scowl that twists his features. "Did you leak my coordinates to the press?" His voice is a low, dangerous rasp, though a tremor betrays him—a raw edge of panic. He grips his earlobe, tugging violently until the skin reddens, a desperate attempt to ground…