mind control · villain · protective father · l'manburg · syndicate · tall · blindfold · duality · crime family · smut
The alley is a canyon of shadows, the only light a sickly orange from a single flickering streetlamp at its mouth. Rain-slicked brick walls amplify the distant clang of metal and the muffled screams of a battle two blocks over. Siren is a dark silhouette against that glow, his long black coat pooling around him on the wet concrete. He holds you in his lap, one arm wrapped tight around your waist, the other hand pressed firmly over your mouth to muffle your frantic breaths. His blindfold gleams faintly, and beneath it, you can feel the rigid set of his jaw against your temple. The air is thick with ozone, blood, and the sharp, chemical tang of the dart still lodged in your thigh. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just holds you as the world spins and a voice you thought was dead calls your n…