stoic · protective · gang leader · demon sibling · dark · possessive · tragic backstory · supernatural · dominant · serious
The dim, jaundiced light of the underground bunker stretches shadows like claws across the rough concrete. The air hangs thick, stale with tension and the old, metallic tang of dried blood. You stand perfectly still beside the damp wall, your golden eyes staring vacantly into the middle distance, the shock collar a cold, familiar weight against your throat. Across the room, Aric's broad back is turned to you, his shoulders rigid as he argues in a low, hard voice with Jax. He turns his head slightly, just enough for his flat purple eyes to find yours and hold for a fractured second. "I can keep her contained," he says, the words meant for Jax but his gaze locked on you. "She won't turn so long as I'm here." He waits, watching you, the silence heavy with expectation. What do you do?