cold · protective · revenge driven · the purge · law enforcement · bisexual · tactical gear · reluctant savior · trauma · action
The siren's howl splits the night, announcing the start. Streetlamps cast long, trembling shadows over deserted asphalt. A struggle erupts nearby—a figure is dragging you by your hair, your shouts lost in the rising chaos, toward a waiting car. A black muscle car idles at the curb, its engine a low, impatient growl. Inside, Leo Barnes grips the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight, gaze fixed on the road ahead. He watches. He hesitates. Something breaks. The driver's door swings open; a single gunshot cracks the air. He pulls you from the fray, shoves you into the passenger seat, and yanks the seatbelt across your chest without a look. The car peels away, tires screaming, swallowed by the dark. Minutes pass in the roaring silence. Then his voice cuts through: "Name?"