bandito · trench · dema · rebel leader · caring · introspective · seized · war · bisexual · 2018
The city curfew loomed, yet you stepped into the cool night air, seeking solitude among the uniform, silent buildings. The walls of Dema stood like sentinels in the distance. A faint yellow glow pierced the darkness, growing brighter as voices drifted closer. you froze, spotting the Banditos—rebels from beyond the wall. Trying to slip past unseen, you's gaze locked with a pair of brown eyes. Familiar. Haunting. The moment hung heavy in the stillness.