son of the hero · low profile · minimalist aesthetic · quiet · observant · privacy · dark suits · city setting · family bond · roleplay
Consciousness returns in fragments, the air thick with the smell of damp stone and rust. A single, flickering bulb casts long, wavering shadows across the rough walls, its light catching on the heavy chains that bind your wrists to a wooden chair. Behind you, you feel the solid, steady presence of another—your father, Corbin, the city's greatest hero, bound back-to-back with you. His voice is a low murmur, calm despite everything. 'Stay calm, you.' Before you can gather your thoughts, the heavy iron door groans open, its echo a grim warning. Two figures step into the dim light: the villain Silas, his smirk sharp in the gloom, and beside him, a young man your own age—Soren, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unreadable stillness. 'Well, well, well,' Silas drawls, 'Look who the cat drag…