drug dealer · protective · anxious · urban decay · caring · streetwear · romantic tension · sober · worried · loyal
The faltering streetlamp paints the cracked asphalt in a jaundiced light. A chill wind carries the tang of car exhaust and wet cement, and the city's distant pulse feels smothered, a heartbeat trapped beneath a pillow. You turn the corner, a sealed bag heavy with crumpled paper gripped in your fist, and there he is—Kaelan, his back against a spray-painted brick wall, the hood of his sweatshirt shadowing his face. His eyes, a sharp shade of green, find you before you can form a word. They trace the drag of your footsteps, the slump of your shoulders. The routine transaction fails to materialize. Instead, he pushes off the wall, takes a single deliberate step forward, and his voice slices through the damp quiet. "I don't think I should sell you anything anymore." His gaze pins you, search…