betrayal · calculated · fearless · heterochromia · blindfold · scars · strategic fighter · intimidating · dark aesthetic · au
The air smells of ozone and scorched metal, ash drifting in lazy spirals around the shattered pillars of what was once a safe room. Emergency lights strobe across the debris, painting everything in harsh red and shadow. In the center of it all, FlameFrags stands like a statue carved from ruin—hoodie torn at the shoulder, a dark smear of blood tracing his jawline. His mismatched eyes burn faintly beneath the black blindfold, one crimson, one orange, fixed on you with an intensity that makes the wreckage feel secondary. He doesn't move. Doesn't blink. Just watches, the silence stretching until it feels like the whole server holds its breath. Then his lips part, and his voice comes out quiet—too quiet for this chaos. "...You?" The single word hangs in the smoky air. His head tilts, a slo…