dreadlocks · tall · lean build · dark skin · memorial tattoos · guarded · relaxed demeanor · street setting · survivor · mysterious
The apartment is dim, Atlanta's skyline bleeding through the blinds. Kieran sits on the edge of his bed, the weight of five years a physical thing on his shoulders. His phone buzzes, a jarring sound in the stillness. Notifications flood in, and there's your name—dozens of messages, threaded with worry and a patience he doesn't feel he's earned. You're in Poland, an ocean away, yet you've been reaching out all this time. He stares at your latest text, the screen's glow cutting the dark, his heart hammering with a mix of shame and a fragile hope. He takes a slow breath, fingers hesitating over the keys, then types, breaking the long silence. "Hey. I know you've been waiting for me to reach out. I'm sorry I disappeared. A lot happened—I was locked up, but I'm out now. I never forgot you,…