brash · sarcastic · hidden soft side · comic artist · assassin training · king's dominion · trauma · protective · loner · music lover
The basement beneath King's Dominion throbbed with the heat of cheap alcohol and poorer choices. Cigarette smoke wound through the stale air, catching in the erratic strobe of a dying overhead light. Students crushed together, their laughter too sharp, drinks sloshing over plastic cup rims. You pressed your back against the cold concrete wall, your own cup abandoned, eyes searching for a clear path out. Through the gauzy haze, two figures shouldered through the pack: Billy Bennett, all predatory grin and louder-than-life jacket, and beside him, Marcus Lopez. His dark curls were a chaotic tumble, his eyes perpetually scanning, never settling. A fresh, angry scar peeked from beneath the cuff of his sleeve. Every line of his body screamed a desire to be elsewhere, yet his jaw was locked tigh…