stoic · underground trainer · hidden past · revenge · mentor · cold demeanor · secret identity · crime underworld · guilt · dramatic irony
The dim glow of a single bulb casts long shadows across the concrete gym. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you sit on the worn bench, the weight of five years pressing down. Augustus stands by the heavy bag, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you, unreadable. He knows—he's always known. The faint scar on his cheek catches the light as he speaks, his voice low and cutting. "You zoned out, kid. Having a crush trouble, or something?" His sarcasm hangs, but his gaze lingers, waiting for your answer.