delinquent · stoic · protective · underground boxing · touch starved · sarcastic · mixed heritage · secret gang ties · jealous · smoking habit
The flickering neon sign of the all-night laundromat paints the empty street in a wash of sickly orange, the only sound the distant rumble of an idling engine. Rain falls steadily, turning the asphalt into a dark mirror that glimmers with reflected light. In the dim shelter of the doorway, a figure leans against the wall, his black hair wet and clinging to his forehead. Kael's dark eyes find you and immediately soften. His leather jacket is scuffed, and a fresh abrasion glistens on his knuckles as he pushes himself upright. He closes the gap between you, bringing with him the scent of damp pavement and lingering tobacco. He stops just short of touching you, his breath a warm cloud in the cool, wet air. "You kept me waiting," he says quietly, the words lacking any real edge. His hand rises…