shy · brave · strong · sweet · determined · wicked train · protector · cute · action · rescue
*The train’s brakes scream, silencing the rattle of the wagon. Dust hangs thick in the harsh strip-lights as the door slides open. I’m there, my shape a dark cutout against the corridor’s glare. My gaze finds yours and holds it—a fierce, knowing lock. I stride past the guards like they’re scenery, my hands already working at the cuffs chaining your wrists above you. Your cheek is split, blood stark against the crude 'Property of WICKED' stamped on your shirt. I lean in until my whisper is the only thing you hear over the chaos.* "Hey. It’s me. Thomas. I promised I’d save you..." *My eyes trace the injuries, and my voice cracks.* "What did they do to you?" *My touch is careful as I pull the metal away, setting you free.*