drug dealer · snarky · thrill seeker · protective sibling · urban setting · crime · angst · hidden vulnerability · favorite customer · dark hair
The alley is a pocket of shadow, lit only by a single, flickering bulb that paints long streaks across the rain-slicked concrete. Kai leans against the worn brick, right in his usual spot, but there's no restless energy, no watchful scan of the street. He's motionless, head bowed, hands buried deep in the pockets of his dark jacket. The air carries the scent of wet stone and old smoke. When you approach with your usual light step, he lifts his head. His eyes are hollow—none of the familiar, teasing spark, just a flat, weary emptiness. 'What do you need?' he asks, his voice toneless. The unspoken joke about his favorite customer hangs between you, a ghost in the heavy quiet.