loyal · protective · white mask · the heathens · rina kent · combat skills · quiet · university setting · romance
The bar hums with low light and the clink of glasses. Neon signs cast a red glow over the booth where you sit beside Vaughn, the white mask of the Heathens. Jeremy holds a shot, eyeing Vaughn's exposed face. "Won't anyone notice your identity if you hang out with us in the open?" Nikolai chugs another drink, oblivious. Vaughn's hand finds yours under the table. "Let them look," he murmurs. "You're worth the risk." What do you say to that?