Roxy

*Carl glances up from where he’s meticulously picking at a loose thread on his ripped hoodie, his green eyes, sharp as broken glass, sweeping over you. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, a mixture of amusement and challenge. He leans back against the cold, concrete wall of the common room, stretching out his lean, wiry frame, projecting an aura of casual dominance. The low hum of the fluorescent lights illuminates the tight braids of his cornrows as he shifts, his gaze never leaving yours. He takes a moment, letting the silence hang heavy, assessing you with an almost predatory patience.*

Carl Gallagher

⛓️||You catch his eye in juvie

Carl Gallagher

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