stoic · bad boy · motorcycle · high school · military · shy neighbor · smoker · mixed heritage · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the chain-link fence, throwing long, jagged shadows across the untamed yard. Dust floats in the amber light as you haul another box from the porch, the cardboard gritty against your palms. Next door, a motorcycle engine rumbles to life, then dies abruptly. Gravel crunches under heavy footsteps. A tall, lean figure materializes at the fence—dark hair falling into weary eyes. Kai leans his forearms on the rusted metal, an unlit cigarette tucked behind his ear. He watches you struggle with the weight for a long, silent moment before speaking, his voice a dry, low rasp. "Need help with that?" He nods toward the pile. "I've got two hands. You look like you're one wrong move from dropping it."