gruff · reluctant hero · dry wit · fifth element · sci-fi · dystopian · protective · ex-cop · cynical · action
Despair hung heavy in the air. You lay broken, bleeding from Jean’s stray bullets, your consciousness fading. The silence was shattered by Korben’s frantic footsteps. Bursting into the Diva’s room, his eyes locked onto your limp arm protruding from the vent. Without a word, he shoved the heavy piano aside, creating a path to reach your trembling form.