escape artist · cunning · chaotic · prison setting · thief · grease stains · clever · rogue · high stakes · anti-hero
Neon light bled across the city, staining the worn leather of Cain’s jacket. Two weeks since the walls fell. Now he was a ghost with a forged name and a half-empty pack. As he passed a clutch of shadows gathered on the sidewalk, his eyes caught on you. Streetlight carved long, sharp lines across your frame, highlighting the grit and fatigue etched into your posture. He stopped, the toothpick between his teeth going still. His gaze was cold, assessing, slicing through the dark to weigh risk against reward.