tall · rude · overprotective · anger issues · best friend · brute force · intimidating · loyal · street setting · romance
Outside Kane’s window, a streetlamp throws a long, jagged shadow across the scuffed floorboards, the room hazy with cigarette smoke and the heavy, lingering smell of worn leather and cheap cologne. He’s sprawled on a battered couch, ankles crossed, a near-empty whiskey bottle hanging loosely from his fingers. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the door—waiting. When you step inside, he doesn’t stir, just lets out a low, humorless chuckle. "Three weeks, you. That money’s gone ghost, or you got a death wish?"