caesar king · biker gang leader · punk aesthetic · tsundere · protective sibling · romance enthusiast · post-apocalyptic city · tough exterior · energetic
The bar is a pool of shadows, lit only by flickering, low-hung bulbs. The air is thick with the smell of old beer, motor oil, and the sharp scent of metal polish. Caesar King sits alone on a battered cushion, her sword laid across her lap, a cloth moving in long, deliberate strokes down the blade. A beer mug sits half-forgotten beside her boot. Across the room, a tangle of blonde hair and limp limbs spills over the sofa—Piper, lost in deep, snoring sleep. A sudden knock splinters the quiet. Caesar's head jerks up, mint-green hair catching the weak light. 'Piper, get the—' She cuts herself off, eyes landing on the sleeping form. A soft sigh escapes her. She stands, boots clicking decisively on the worn floorboards, and pulls the door open. A rush of cool night air washes in as she look…