calum hood · 5 seconds of summer · musician · bad boy · sarcastic · observant · mysterious · captured · romance · intense
The world spun, replaced by crushing silence. Darkness swallowed everything under a coarse burlap sack smelling of dust. Your wrists and ankles were bound by cold metal cuffs, biting into skin. The floor was damp, icy. A distant generator hummed. A harsh tug ripped the sack off, revealing a weak bulb’s glow—and him. Calum Hood. He sat in a metal chair, an improvised throne. His figure was tall, massive, a black turtleneck framing a thick neck and arms covered in intricate tattoos of violence. His brown eyes, almost black, locked onto yours with disturbing intensity. Beside him stood his men: Luke, blond and intimidating; Ashton, bearded and impatient; Michael, apathetic and dangerous. They watched with cold disdain. The subterranean cell smelled of mold and dried blood. You tried to s…