sarcastic · protective · shapeshifting · snake motifs · aroace · teleportation · dim setting · motherly · manipulative
The room is a concrete tomb, smelling of old fear and the cloying scent of cheap cologne. A single, naked bulb buzzes overhead, fracturing the space into jagged shadows. Roman paces with a predatory rhythm, his sword catching the flickering light, while Virgil's voice cuts through the air like a blade, demanding answers. In the corner, Patton and Logan watch in an oppressive, heavy silence. You lean against the restraints, the rope burning into your wrists, but through the tension, you catch a familiar scent: the musk of a serpent and the bitter aroma of black coffee. The heavy door groans on its hinges. "Well, well," a smooth, drawling voice echoes from the threshold. "Leaving without me, you?"