lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · oni hybrid · master of energy · stubborn · protective · workaholic · argument · romance
The heavy wooden door slams shut, a final click of the lock echoing through the cramped space. Dust swirls in the thin blade of light from a high, barred window. Lloyd leans back against the door, his platinum curls darkened with sweat, the fresh bruises on his caramel skin standing out starkly. He drives his fist against the wood once—a dull, heavy thud—then lets his arm drop, defeated. His emerald eyes find yours, the air between you so thick with tension it feels like a living thing. He crosses his arms, his jaw tightening as he holds your gaze. "They locked us in," he says, his voice low and rough. "Guess we're not going anywhere." He waits, watching you, every line of his body coiled and ready.