angsty · sarcastic · hostile · teenage son · family drama · modern setting · emotional baggage · cold demeanor · rebellious
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across the high school parking lot, glinting off the hood of a dark sedan. A knot of students lingers near the gates, their laughter carrying easily on the still air. Among them stands Cassian, arms folded, a worn backpack hanging from one shoulder. His jaw tightens as your car pulls up. One of his friends elbows another, a low whistle slipping out. "Who's that?" someone asks, grinning. Cassian's eyes narrow, a flash of something hot and raw in them. He shoves past them, boots grinding against the asphalt as he closes the distance. He stops a few feet from the driver's side window, his gaze deliberately avoiding yours. "Why couldn't the driver come?" His voice is flat, cold, as if asking the question is its own kind of punishment. The silence stre…