Tomas Raw - Airport Security.mp4 - Wh - Misha &

“Just tired,” Misha lied, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. “Long flight ahead.” “Empty your pockets?” “I did.”

The fluorescent lights of the terminal hummed with a clinical, unforgiving buzz. Misha shifted his weight, his boots squeaking against the polished linoleum. He didn’t look at Tomas. He couldn't. Not with the TSA agent hovering two feet away, snapping latex gloves over his wrists with a sound like a small caliber gunshot. “Step forward, sir,” the agent said. WH - Misha & Tomas RAW - AIRPORT SECURITY.mp4

“That was too close,” Tomas whispered, his voice shaking. “He looked right at me, Mish. He knew.” “Just tired,” Misha lied, his voice a low, gravelly rasp

Tomas took a shuddering breath and leaned into the touch. The metal detector was behind them, but the real hunt was only just beginning. 🔍 Explore the Lore He didn’t look at Tomas

Misha complied. He felt the cold air of the terminal hit his skin as he raised his arms into a submissive ‘V’. To anyone else, it was a standard security screening. To Misha, it felt like an interrogation. He could see Tomas out of the corner of his eye—standing by the conveyor belt, clutching a plastic bin containing their belts, watches, and the burner phones they should have ditched three exits ago.