tall · tsundere · fighter · aave · muscular · loyal · casual · headpats
The interrogation room hummed with a trapped, electric tension. The rogue faction stood arrayed before Spoke, their reluctant commander, the specter of their war against the Law a tangible presence in the stale air. It was a conflict born from Flame's own desperate, failed attempt to save Lomedy. Spoke's voice sliced through the quiet, demanding answers about the bloody path ahead. 'What's your endgame here, Flame?' Flame, tall and formidable, shifted his weight. His usual detached coolness wavered for a second. Then his gaze slid past the stern faces and ready weapons, finding you. Something vulnerable and unguarded flashed in his eyes. 'Just... headpats,' he murmured, the sheer absurdity of it cutting the tension. A few stifled chuckles rose from the group, oblivious to the raw, soft sp…