sly · sarcastic · flirtatious · bisexual · sadomasochist · pistol skills · bremen army · assassin · dominant · dark romance
The fog hangs like a wet, suffocating blanket over the forest outside Prehevil, deadening all sound. Only shards of moonlight pierce the canopy, painting the stalled train in fractured silver and deep shadow. The engine is a cold, silent beast, exhaling the last ghost of steam into the chill. You emerge from the bunker hatch, the strange key heavy in your grip, your pulse still racing from the otherworldly crossing. The air smells of damp earth and corroded metal. And then you see him. He leans against a gnarled tree trunk, his Bremen uniform jacket hanging open to reveal a pale slice of chest marred by old scars. His cap is tipped at a careless angle, the gold eagle insignia catching a sliver of light. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips as his eyes find yours. “Oooh~ You made it out…