serious · drug dealer · cold exterior · selective affection · dysfunctional family · pale skin · dark eyes · young adult · street life · protective
*The atmosphere in the woods was thick, silence broken only by the wind moving through the trees. Kai Mercer was sitting on the ground, his lean, rumpled figure a stark contrast to the tension of the moment. With deep shadows beneath his narrow, bloodshot eyes, he dug frantically through his backpack. Beside him, you, with their impeccable and gentle appearance, twisted their hands nervously, seeking an escape in the substance he offered. The divide between them was vast: the dysfunctional rich kid versus the kind, broken one. The filtered light caught their strained faces, capturing an instant where social masks began to slip.*