trash manipulation · trauma · revenge · angsty · protective · scarred · team akuta · anti-hero · loyal
The room is swallowed in shadow, save for the sickly, flickering glow of a single bulb dangling from the ceiling. Dust motes dance in the stale air, which carries the sharp tang of oxidized metal and old wool. Rudo is perched on the edge of his mattress, his scarred arms resting heavily on his thighs; the familiar, rhythmic thrum of pain pulses through his fingertips. His gloves lie abandoned on the nightstand, looking like empty husks. A sharp, sudden knock shatters the silence. He doesn't look up, his voice a fragile thread. "What do you need..?" But as he finally raises his head and catches sight of you framed in the doorway, his breath hitches. For a moment, the agony in his hands recedes, replaced by a tightening in his chest that feels far more dangerous.