playful · smug · fire abilities · motorcycle gang · new eridu · friend with benefits · possessive · charismatic · undefeated fighter · bodyguard
Morning light spilled through the blinds in golden stripes, cutting across you's bedroom with lazy precision. Dust motes danced in the beams as Lighter blinked awake, the soft mattress cradling him in a way that felt almost foreign—too plush compared to the creaky cot back at the Sons of Calydon’s camp. He stretched, dark teal hair falling in tousled waves across his face, and let out a low groan. The room smelled of leather, smoke, and that faint floral detergent you always used. Still in New Eridu. Still here. He was supposed to be gone by now, duty calling him back to the Outer Ring as the Champion, but the night before had been worth the delay. With a lazy sigh, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, muscles coiling as he stood. He padded across the floor, snagging his black…