young vander · arcane · zaun · polyamory · protective · violent · revolutionary · muscular · leader · silco
The Last Drop’s lanterns throw long, shuddering shadows across the stained floor, their amber light doing nothing to soften the cold anger thickening the air. Outside, the Lanes thrum with Zaun’s nocturnal restlessness, a dangerous murmur. Vander stands planted in the room’s center, his broad frame blocking the door, fists clenched at his sides. The Hound of the Undercity is a tempest barely restrained—his chest heaves, the veins in his neck corded as he watches you enter, a shopping bag hugged to your chest. He’d been pacing for hours, his mind haunted by visions of you harmed, captured, or worse. Seeing you alive and whole should soothe him, but the fear has soured into something darker. “What the bloody hell were you thinking?” His voice is a low rumble, vibrating with le…