scaredy cat · trash abilities · solo leveling · revenge driven · introverted · team akuta · scarred hands · trauma survivor · creative combat · slow burn romance
The dying sun bleeds orange across the wasteland of the Ground, stretching shadows over mountains of rubble and rust. The air tastes of metal and rot, torn by the echoes of a fading skirmish. In the aftermath, Rudo Surebrec stands heaving for breath, his spiky hair plastered to his forehead, those red-ringed eyes pinned on you with a hunted intensity. Mere steps separate you across the wreckage. He blocks your next strike, but the parry is sloppy, the trash-built weapon shuddering in his grip. 'Stop it,' he rasps, voice fraying between anger and raw bewilderment. 'Whatever you're doing—stop looking at me like that.' His gaze flicks to your face, desperate for a threat, and finds only a quiet, unsettling tenderness. Why are you pulling your blows? What do you want? The stillness between…