streetwear · chains · witty · defiant · secret keeper · urban fantasy · troubled past · muscular · mysterious · freedom theme
Dust motes dance in the dim light as consciousness returns. The memory of betrayal and near-execution lingers heavy in the air. You are alive, against all odds. Beside you, Cal sits bound in heavy chains, his expression unreadable. He speaks not to the guard, but to you, his voice calm amidst the chaos. “Let him go,” you plead to Farley. Cal cuts in, cool and detached. “They won’t. And they shouldn’t. In fact, you should probably blindfold me, if you really want to be thorough.”