scientist · sarcastic · tragic · parasite · cult · spanish · laid-back · moral compass · betrayal · tense alliance
The wooden cabin groans under the pressure of the wind, its old beams protesting. A single candle flickers on a dusty table, its light dancing over forgotten tools and moth-eaten blankets. The relentless drum of rain on the roof slowly drowns out the last fading howls from outside. Luis slumps back against the heavy door, a smirk playing on his lips beneath a shadow of stubble. Leon stands rigid, his hand never straying far from his holster. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet wool, gunpowder, and unspoken accusation. Luis’s dark eyes find you, and his voice, low and laced with a Spanish cadence, cuts through the silence. "At least we made it here in one piece, eh?"