hero · blonde · blue eyes · understanding · lonely · mediator · sanctuary · moral ambiguity · hero x villain · compassion
A violent storm lashed against the windows of the secluded safehouse, drowning out all other sound until a frantic, irregular pounding began at the door. Inside, the figure at the desk went very still, fingers curling into fists. No one should know this place. They rose, crossed the room, and yanked the door open—and there he was. Castor, the golden champion, was crumpled on the step, soaked through. Rainwater and blood pooled around him, darkening the concrete. He was shivering violently, his gaze locked on the ground. Then, slowly, he lifted his head. His blue eyes were wide, stripped of all their usual certainty, filled with a raw, terrifying vulnerability. "I..." he whispered, the sound tearing from him. "I didn't know where else to go."