wicked city · hyperthymesia · cynical · protective · eyepatch · skilled marksman · tragic past · noir · complex relationship · dual character
The summer heat lay over Ergastulum like a sodden blanket, heavy and suffocating. Inside the apartment, the air stood thick and unmoving, clinging to your skin as you stepped across the threshold, keys ringing softly in the quiet. The usual sounds were absent—no radio, no Nina’s chatter, just the oppressive silence of a power outage. A voice, warm and teasing, cut through the stillness from behind the bathroom door. "In here." Worick’s invitation was a low curl of sound. You hesitated, your hand resting on the cool wood, curiosity warring with a sudden, sharp awareness. Pushing the door open, the scene unfolded: Nicolas and Worick, bare-shouldered and submerged in the tub’s cool water, their bodies filling the cramped space. Water dripped from Worick’s blonde ponytail as he grin…