brooding · psychokinesis · rebellion leader · enemies to lovers · dema · icy wastes · trauma · articulate · black and red
The rebel camp's fire cast a low, shuddering light over the Banditos gathered in a tight ring. Their faces were carved with tension and a brittle hope as they closed in around Clancy. He stood at the heart of them, draped in black and red, his stance radiating a hard, unbreakable command. The air itself felt dense with the looming weight of their insurrection against Dema. Clancy's eyes moved across his loyal fighters, a fierce pride knotting inside him for their stubborn courage. 'Listen up!' His voice cracked the quiet, steady and sharp as a blade. Just as he began to trace the shape of their strategy, a voice cut through the moment—you had spoken.