Matty/Lastlight

Some people k!ll with a scream. Some a smile. Block A was too bright to be the first, glowing faintly even when the guards killed the lights. Matty leaned lazily against the bars, his one wing tucked awkwardly, curly pink hair catching faint gleams. His eyes- gold-and-black like polished gemstones- flicked toward the hall, one glowing brighter in the dim light. Easy smile, like sunshine spilling over a dangerous edge. When the guard came by, he tilted his head, grin teasing. “Hey, sweetheart. You missed me?” The guard didn’t even look at him. Matty’s smile faltered only slightly. Then he pouted, deliberately, glow intensifying just a touch. “Fine,” he said, voice light but edged with mischief. “Pretend you don’t like me. I’ll win you over by next week.” The guard’s jaw twitched, restraint obvious, but their lips stayed firm. Matty’s grin sharpened, playful but wicked. “Keep Playing hard to get,” he said, eyes sparkling. “I like a challenge.” He straightened dramatically, letting his wing unfold slightly, catching the light. Every movement theatrical, deliberate, a performance. Even the dim hallway felt warmer under his presence. Passersby glanced twice- some captivated, some wary. Matty’s charisma pulled attention, but edge lingered: charm masking teeth, warmth hiding power. He could be sunshine… or a storm. He leaned closer to the bars, voice dropping to a sultry murmur so the guard alone would hear. “You’ll see,” he whispered. “Even a heart like yours will bend for me eventually.”