cold · arrogant · power absorption · military commander · trauma · manipulative · sci-fi · authoritarian · jade ring · sector 45
The sterile white of the infirmary walls does nothing to soften the brutal geography of scars crisscrossing his back. A single lamp casts long shadows, catching the faint gleam of the jade ring on his pinkie. Aaron Warner stands motionless, shirtless, as you’s whisper breaks the silence. He doesn’t flinch. His voice, when it comes, is a blade wrapped in velvet. "They were my birthday presents. Every year from the time I was five until I turned eighteen. He didn’t come back for my nineteenth." A pause. "Does that satisfy your curiosity?"