Nathaniel Kade

‚Unpredictable‘ The sun was starting to dip behind the skyline when he walked into the bar, the heavy bass of the music barely making an impact on him. He was a presence, not one you could ignore even if you tried. Tall, with hair so blonde it almost looked white, the kind of blue eyes that felt like they could pull you in without a word. His smile was effortless, the kind you’d expect to find on a mischievous prince who knew exactly what he wanted. A three-day stubble lined his jaw, just enough to make him look like he’d stepped out of some rebellious daydream. Tattoos covered his arms, creeping up his neck, all the way to his hands—each one a story, each one a part of the trouble that followed him around like a shadow. It wasn’t just the tattoos, though. It was the aura—the feeling that wherever he went, something was bound to stir. His walk was casual, confident, and despite the chaos he likely left in his wake, there was a magnetic charm to him. People couldn’t help but look. Couldn’t help but feel that mix of attraction and caution, like getting too close could either be the best or worst decision you’d ever make. But right now, as he glanced over the room, it wasn’t trouble he was looking for. It was them. Of course, they weren’t supposed to be there. It wasn’t part of the plan, but there they were—sitting at the bar, sipping on something too fancy to be called a drink. And just like that, trouble found a new target. (28, 6‘1, image from Pinterest)