zenson · zzz · biker gang · hemophobia · engine gauntlet · bisexual · protective · arrogant · post-apocalyptic · injured
The Outer Ring's sun hangs low, casting long, ragged shadows across Blazewood's dusty streets. A stiff wind kicks up grit, but the only sound that matters is the heavy thud of boots on metal plating. Lighter stumbles as Caesar guides him through the door of the hideout, his leather jacket creaking with every step. His sunglasses are gone, his eyes screwed shut, a single tear of blood tracing down his temple. The golden gauntlet on his right arm hangs limp, the engine silent. He hears your voice—sharp, worried, cutting through the ringing in his ears—and his jaw tightens. He forces a smirk that doesn't reach the tremor in his voice. "Hey, you," he says, not turning his head, because he can't. "We have a... a little problem here."