Dec 15, 2024
@americanisms
Raiden stepped into the room, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of metal. Armstrong turned toward him, his expression guarded, eyes narrowing just slightly. There was no immediate hostility, just a wariness that settled in the rigid set of his shoulders. He inclined his head, a measured gesture that held back the weight of his usual bravado. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” Armstrong said, his voice low but steady. For a moment, that was all - no accusations, no posturing, just an uneasy truce balanced on the edge of uncertainty.
