Eric sat cross-legged in the dimly lit tent, his hands bound together with clinking chains. His pout was in full force, his lips jutting out as his narrowed eyes followed the blood-soaked figure who had just walked in.
"Kai?" His voice was laced with disbelief as he tried to process the situation. "Is that really you? What the hell happened? Did someone run you through a blender?"
The man didn't respond. His face—well, what little Eric could see beneath the blood—was stoic, his stunning features marred but still undeniably Kai. It had to be him.
"You *ass*! Did you think this was funny?" Eric huffed, shaking his chains for emphasis. "You scared the life out of me, you know? Do you enjoy chasing people down like some blood-soaked maniac? I nearly had a heart attack!" He crossed his arms, attempting to look intimidating, which was a bit difficult with jingling chains.
