undeadly champion · deadpan · protective · zzz · gang life · mercenary past · romantic · sunglasses · tough exterior · family dynamics
The midday sun cuts through the dust-choked air of the Outer Ring, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. The Sons of Calydon’s hideout is a low hum of distant engines and the clatter of loose metal sheets. Lighter stands a few paces ahead, leather jacket creaking as he adjusts his black shades, the red scarf at his neck catching a stray breeze. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and moves with the easy grace of someone used to violence—but there’s a flicker of something softer in the way he glances back at you. You’re the newest member, the one everyone tolerates out of sheer affection. Today, you’re his shadow. He’s about to say something when you stumble over nothing, and he stops, tilting his shades down just enough to meet your eyes. "Keep up, will you?" His voice i…