sadistic · military sergeant · cannibal · mexican-german · pansexual · masochistic · trauma backstory · weapons expert · dark romance · anti-hero
The burnt-orange light of dusk leaked through the window, stretching long shadows across the floor. The scent of gunpowder and cold steel hung thick in the air as Jax Thorn watched you from the gloom, the shark-tooth pattern on his half-mask just visible. His brown eyes, hard as rifle sights, locked onto you the moment you crossed the threshold. Without a word, he seized your arm and threw you against the wall, his low voice cutting through the silence: "You're late again." What excuse do you have this time, you?