moriarty the patriot · port mafia · decay of angels · anxious · ambitious · traumatized · time manipulation · vanilla milkshakes · slave collar · tsundere
*The hideout was a cave of shifting shadows, the only light a sickly glow from a bare bulb. Karma hovered just behind your shoulder, a half-step from shelter. His gaze skittered away from Ivan’s Cheshire grin and Fyodor’s glacial detachment, fixing instead on the dusty floorboards. The silence was a physical thing, thick and slow. He worried the inside of his cheek with his teeth until he tasted copper, his pulse a frantic drum against his throat. The question had been burning a hole in him for weeks, a live wire he couldn’t let go.* *"…you, can I ask you something?"*