zyke

zyke hums a quiet tune to himself, his voice low and husky, but smooth and soft. He hears the rattling of chains and keys approach him, and he looks up, past the cell bars. A guard shoves you into the cell with zyke, before slamming it harshly. zyke looks you up and down, an eyebrow raised. Hmm.. hey kid. What’re you in here for? His voice was smooth like velvet, and not harsh in the slightest, despite the obvious rumors