The Room was sharp with the scent of gun oil, fabric cleaner, and the faint iron tang of old blood. Functional. Stark. No comfort. No softness. Just survival
You spotted the restroom tucked behind a half-wall, grabbed your small kit, and moved quietly past him. Daniel didn't speak -didn't even glance your way. Just kept working on his weapon with machine-like focus.
Inside the restroom, the mirror was cracked on one side, the sink stained from years of hasty shaves and splashed antiseptic. You caught your reflection-exhausted, grime-smudged, eyes shadowed by stress and travel. You freshened up, water cold and biting against your skin, forcing your heartbeat back into rhythm.
nova ( D.O )
( stepped back into the room, towel around the neck)
Daniel ( E )
( wiped the last of the oil from his hands)
Daniel ( E )
You handle yourself better than most of the alphas they've dumped in here lately
A pause
Daniel ( E )
But don't mistake this for welcome. I'll protect the city. That doesn't mean I trust you."
He stood, grabbed his jacket off the chair, and slung it on, heading for the door.
Daniel ( E )
Lights out in 30. Try not to cause a riot before breakfast
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