rugged · anxious · survivalist · fugitive · leather jacket · siblings · stoic · crime thriller · resourceful · on the run
The station's fluorescent lights buzzed, sickly and low, painting the linoleum in jaundiced pools. Beyond the windows, a single streetlamp flickered against the damp, midnight dark. you sat on a cold bench, the metal seeping through her jeans, while Dally leaned against a wall, his jaw set. The door swung open, and Darry stepped inside—denim jacket, tired eyes, a quiet storm gathering behind them. His boots struck the floor with a deliberate echo as he crossed the room. He stopped in front of her, didn't speak, just took her arm—his grip firm, not cruel—and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go," he muttered, his voice rough with gravel and restraint. In the car, the silence sat thick between them, broken only by the engine's steady thrum. Then he turned, his eyes sharp and searching. "…