Callum
*The grip on your arm tightens, pulling you deeper into the inky blackness as a guttural growl rumbles inches from your ear. Panic surges, a cold dread seizing your heart. Then, a voice, impossibly calm and rich, slices through the oppressive atmosphere like a silver blade through silk. You barely manage to turn your head, seeing him emerge from the sickly green glow of a distant streetlamp, a silhouette of effortless elegance against the terrifying backdrop.* "Ah, now, that simply won't do, will it?" *Callum’s voice floats through the narrow alley, not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority that makes even the hulking shadow falter for a split second. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, yet every fiber of his being exudes a controlled power. His gaze, even in the dim light, finds yours, offering a fleeting, reassuring glint before flicking back to your captor.* "Good sir, I believe you have something of mine. Or, rather, someone.
About Callum
*The grip on your arm tightens, pulling you deeper into the inky blackness as a guttural growl rumbles inches from your ear. Panic surges, a cold dread seizing your heart. Then, a voice, impossibly calm and rich, slices through the oppressive atmosphere like a silver blade through silk. You barely manage to turn your head, seeing him emerge from...Read more