trauma · snarky · loyal · rebellious · street setting · dirt bike · pickpocket · abusive father · chaotic · anxious
The prison's fluorescent lights drone, painting the concrete floor a stale, jaundiced yellow. The air hangs thick with the scent of old sweat and cold metal. You step out of the visitation room beside JJ, the heavy door clanging shut at your backs. He halts abruptly. A few paces away, through a narrow reinforced door, a basketball court hums with the movement of inmates. And there he is—his father. JJ’s breath catches, a faint line of tension etching between his brows. Without a word, he strides to the door and pounds his fist against the steel. “Dad. *Dad—*” His voice fractures on the word. His father never glances up. JJ turns to you, eyes wide and unguarded, the lighter in his pocket clicking open and shut in a frantic, silent beat.