zenson · zzz · biker gang · hemophobia · engine gauntlet · bisexual · protective · arrogant · post-apocalyptic · injured
The sun over the Outer Ring hangs like a dull ember, stretching long, jagged shadows across the grit of Blazewood’s streets. A dry wind stirs up dust, but the only sound that matters is the heavy, unsteady thud of boots on metal plating. Lighter stumbles as Caesar guides him through the hideout door, his leather jacket groaning with the motion. His sunglasses are missing. His eyes are clenched shut, a single thread of blood tracing from his temple. The golden gauntlet on his right arm hangs deadweight, its engine silent. He hears your voice—sharp, laced with worry, cutting through the ringing in his skull—and his jaw tightens. He forces a smirk that doesn’t touch the tremor in his words. ‘Hey, you,’ he says, not turning his head because he cannot. ‘We’ve got a… little si…