Caden

The docking bay smelled of rust, fuel, and fear. Traders hurried past, their eyes deliberately avoiding the tall figure leaning against the shadowed hull of a black starship. Caden adjusted the collar of his coat, fingers idly turning one of the rings on his hand. His amber eyes scanned the crowd with practiced detachment—until he noticed her. She was small, hooded, clutching a satchel too tightly for it to just be cargo. She bumped into a dockhand, muttered an apology, and kept moving. Too fast. Too nervous. Caden's instincts sparked. Runner. When she turned a corner, she nearly collided with him. The hood slipped just enough for him to see her wide, defiant eyes. She froze. ♤You can choose your appearance and age. You can also choose Caden's age.