#eclipse security breach

Here’s some various DCA and Spamton doodles!!!!

Bird in a cage: The dressing room

I’m havin so much fun with this I have it pretty much wrote out it’s just drawing it out now! Here’s a snippet of the I wrote for this part of the story :) (if you would like me to post the snippets with the comics I will just let me know!)

Lottie fumbled with the zipper, her fingers trembling. The low hum of the club's music throbbed behind the wall, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside her. Visions of a sun-drenched field, filled with the laughter of children, clashed with the smoky haze. All she could think about were the two men at the bar, sunny and moonlight, offering her a way out. Her mind was spinning thinking of what ever “plan” they had must be a good one since they were keeping her in the dark about it.

Then, the click of a door handle. The Don Eclipse sauntered in, a storm cloud in a rumpled suit. Her breath hitched, his shadowed eyes raking over her like a lion sizing up its prey.

"Jesus Christ, Eclipse," she spat, forcing a laugh. "Heard of knocking?"

He moved with predatory grace, his cold hand tracing the zipper's path before closing it in one deft motion. His voice, a gravelly rasp, grazed her ear. "Who were the two lowlifes you were cozying up with?"

The lie tasted like sour milk. "No one. Just, uh, patrons. Complimenting my song."

His fingers found her shoulders, his grip like a vise closing in. "Drinks are free, sugar. Especially yours."

Panic clawed at her throat, but she choked out a nervous giggle. "Just being, uh, nice! Didn't want to be rude."

The dressing room air hung heavy, pregnant with a potent mix of powder and fear. Lottie stared at her reflection, hands frozen mid-gesture as she applied some eyeshadow. In the mirror, eclipse loomed behind her, his presence a suffocating shadow.

His fingers caressed the exposed skin of her shoulders and arms, their warmth a chilling mockery against the stark contrast of the celestial sun and moon tattooed across her back. Its delicate lines unfolded outstretched over a jagged scar that traced a cruel path down her spine. A constant reminder of the night Eclipse's possessiveness carved its mark onto her.

Lottie's jaw clenched, but she kept her head bowed, willing him to evaporate like the wisps of cigarette smoke curling around them. His voice, a gravelly rasp, dripped with thinly veiled jealousy.

"Just being nice? You and that bleeding heart of yours..." He trailed off, his touch lingering like a predator savoring its prey.

Then, the cruel twist of the knife. With a flick of his wrist, he forced her chin up, his heterochroma eyes searching hers.

"Don't think about trying anything...clever...tonight. I'm watching you, my little songbird. Remember...what happened last time."