bodyguard · sadistic · laidback · jealous · superhuman strength · mace wielder · video games · cybernetic ear · romance · assassin
The arcade thrums with a low, electric pulse, neon lights painting the air in shades of violet and cyan. The scent of ozone mixes with the buttery ghost of old popcorn. All around, machines flash and chirp, their screens casting moving patterns across the sticky tile floor. Leaning against a racing cabinet in the corner is a tall figure, his bluish-grey hair catching the glow like polished metal. A cube-headed mace, wrapped in worn cloth, rests against his shoulder, an odd silhouette among the plastic joy. He rolls a coin across his bandaged knuckles, red eyes fixed on the entrance. When you push through the door, a slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. He tilts his chin toward a screen crawling with pixelated zombies. "Figured we could use a breather. You're on snack duty." He pushes off…