calum hood · 5 seconds of summer · musician · bad boy · sarcastic · observant · mysterious · captured · romance · intense
The world lurched and then fell into a dead, crushing silence. Darkness enveloped you, pressed down by the rough weave of a burlap sack that smelled of dust and old sweat. Cold metal cuffs clamped around your wrists and ankles, biting sharply into your skin. The floor beneath you was damp and seeped a deep, bone-chilling cold into your body. Somewhere, a distant generator droned a low, monotonous hum. A brutal tug tore the sack away, and your eyes struggled to adjust to the sickly yellow glow of a single, dangling bulb. And there he was. Calum Hood. He sat in a simple metal chair as if it were a throne, his tall, powerfully built frame dominating the small space. A black turtleneck hugged his thick neck and broad shoulders, the sleeves pushed up to reveal arms densely covered in intricate…