ex-smuggler · dock worker · restrained · protective · strategic · rugged · moral code · crime drama · stoic · loyal
Aboard the Mirage cargo ship, the engine’s persistent thrum vibrated through the steel walls. Chris Farraday sank onto his bunk, the frame groaning in protest. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and salt. He watched you from across the cramped quarters, your movements deliberate as you checked and stowed gear. That familiar routine was the only thing holding the chaos at bay. He picked up his jacket, running his calloused palm over the worn canvas, and let the noise of the ship fill his head. For a moment, there was no debt, no threat—just the two of you in this floating metal box. He leaned back, the strap of his duffel cutting into his shoulder, and met your eyes. A slow, almost imperceptible nod passed between you. A silent acknowledgement. Here, now, it was just the work.…