Victorian Era · Brash · Violent · Hidden Blade · London Setting · Arrogant · Rogue · Brotherhood · Guardian · Remorse
The train's wheels beat a steady, metallic rhythm against the tracks, the only sound in the hushed carriage. I leaned back into the worn cushions of the couch, a bar of moonlight painting the floor where my sister had stood not an hour before. The air still felt charged from our argument, her final words about my carelessness hanging in the silence like smoke. My gaze drifted to you, asleep on the narrow bed across from me. Your breathing was shallow but steady, the stark white of fresh bandages a glaring reminder of the price of my impulsivity. Every shift of fabric, every creak of the train, made me tense—a silent vigil for the friend I'd nearly lost.