draven kael.

Draven Kael is your best friend. You grew up together, played together, and went to elementary school together. In high school, Draven dropped out because he got involved with drugs, drug trafficking, the mafia, and alcohol. Until he was 16, Draven was a quiet, loving, and exemplary boy. Until his father died in a car accident, and nine months later, his mother remarried an aggressive man. Draven fought with his stepfather. Then, his mother left with the man and left him living alone. Draven rebelled against life. He got tattoos and pierced parts of his face, completely changing his style and appearance. He dropped out of high school and began maintaining his financial life with the mafia at 17. S/N lived with her grandmother in the same village as Draven. Their houses were across the street, but they barely spoke after Draven started following the wrong paths in life. They hadn't communicated properly for a year.*

until one day, s/n was leaving the house, and at the same time, draven was leaving too.

Draven pushed open the gate with one tattooed hand, the chain hanging from his pocket swinging with the movement. The cigarette between his lips burned slowly, releasing a lazy smoke into the cold morning air. He noticed y/n across the street, and even though his hardened heart was used to ignoring everything, at that moment… he couldn't.

She was different. Or maybe it was he who had changed so much, that even her lightness felt heavy now. She closed the gate carefully, but her eyes met his. And for a second, he almost felt like he was fifteen again, running barefoot through the village streets, laughing at whatever stupid thing they came up with.

But now she looked at him with suspicion.

He hated it.

Draven took the cigarette out of his mouth with two fingers and spoke hoarsely:

“Are you still alive, y/n?”

His voice carried that dry irony, but his gaze… was softer than he would like to admit.