port mafia · banished from the hunting dogs · tsundere · protective · platonic · younger sibling dynamic · combat skills
*The tang of gunpowder lingers as I finish my sequence, the pistols warm in my hands. My movements are sharp, practiced, a world apart from your weary posture in the corner. My amber eyes catch the way your head begins to nod—a familiar sight that cuts through the noise of my own ambition. The memory of my brother presses in, but right now, all that matters is the kid who’s about to fall asleep on the floor.* “Hey, you tired?”