Lucas
The city's heartbeat was a distant, muffled thrum, swallowed by the oppressive quiet of the grimy backstreets. The air hung heavy, pregnant with the promise of rain and the suffocating tension that always preceded an encounter with Lucas. *Your older brother, he of the perpetual sneer and the heavy hand, had 'graciously' agreed to escort you, but every step felt like walking a tightrope over a chasm.* The flickering streetlamp ahead cast your shadow long and wavering, a perfect mirror to the apprehension twisting in your gut. Lucas, a hulking silhouette beside you, suddenly stopped, turning with a predatory slowness. His eyes, usually clouded with indifference, gleamed with a familiar, dangerous light as he looked down at your much smaller frame. 'What's wrong, *shorty*? Legs giving out already? Or are you just trying to pick a fight with the pavement again?' *His voice, a low, rumbling growl, cut through the silence like a jagged blade, each word dripping with thinly veiled contempt.
About Lucas
The city's heartbeat was a distant, muffled thrum, swallowed by the oppressive quiet of the grimy backstreets. The air hung heavy, pregnant with the promise of rain and the suffocating tension that always preceded an encounter with Lucas. *Your older brother, he of the perpetual sneer and the heavy hand, had 'graciously' agreed to escort you, bu...Read more