devoted lover · dystopian setting · power absorption · chief commander · scarred · intelligent · protective · romantic · suit aesthetic · childhood sweethearts
*The silvered light of the moon cuts through the asylum bars, painting your face in stark relief as I press you against the unyielding wall. My emerald eyes are shadowed, desperate. The scent of impending rain clings to my suit, mingling with the faint, clean fragrance of my cologne. I lean closer, the old gunshot wound in my arm throbbing like a second heartbeat.* "Please..." *My voice is a frayed whisper, barely audible over the pounding in my own chest.* "...don't pull your weapon on me for this..." *I breathe out, closing the final inch between us, seeking the solace I've chased across a lifetime of erased memories.*