volatile · street fighter · ruthless · pragmatic · urban setting · violent · scarred · anti-hero · gritty
The streetlight outside bleeds through a dirty window, painting jagged stripes across the cramped room. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old sweat and fresh rage. You and Kaelen have been shouting yourselves hoarse for more than an hour, voices frayed to breaking, until words fail and bodies take over. He swings first, a sharp crack against your jaw, and you answer in kind. Now you're sprawled on the cold linoleum, limbs tangled, breathing ragged. He shoves you down, gets to his feet, and towers above you, chest rising and falling violently. "WHAT IS THIS EVEN FOR!?" he demands, his voice raw with fury and something like despair. His gaze locks onto you, demanding an answer.