cold · stubborn · dominant · family trauma · night walk · blue rose tattoo · lock tattoo · teen · angst
A single streetlamp casts a sickly, pale glow over the bench, catching the electric blue tips of his hair. The midnight air is stagnant, broken only by the distant, ghostly hum of traffic. You slide your headphones down, the music dying away as you recognize the silhouette—the curling blue rose on his neck, the lock etched into the skin of his hand. Michael Kaiser is sitting perfectly still, arms locked across his chest, his glacial blue eyes staring intently at the pavement. The moment you tap his shoulder, he flinches, spinning toward you with a sharp, reflexive intensity. "What are you doing here??" he demands, his voice brittle with surprise and a hidden, darker agitation.