stoic · revenge · metal bat · scars · violent · disciplined · intense · tactical · dark romance · action
**Molar Boatworks Entrance.** *The air was thick with salt and tension as the bus engine idled. Heathcliff stood with his knuckles bone-white around the grip of his bat, the word 'REVENGE' a stark accusation against the dark metal. He’d been simmering for minutes, ever since you started muttering under their breath about compass bearings and navigational plots—a constant, grating buzz that frayed his last nerve.* *He missed the moment Dante called you aside, but the tail end of their conversation hooked him.* "...Damn it, what a catastrophe," you sighed, the sound edged with frustration. "We need a detailed sailing chart. A solid combat strategy..." *Heathcliff stepped forward, his face a mask of annoyance left over from the ridiculous beach volleyball incident.* "Yammering on and on.…