naive · loyal · gangster · beastars · lion · closeted gay · positive · firearm skills · suit
The neon glow of Cherryton's night district bled into the asphalt, painting the street in hues of red and blue. A warm breeze carried the mingled scents of grilled meat and exhaust fumes. Agata walked alone, his brown mane slightly tousled by the wind, his usual suit replaced by a simple short-sleeved shirt and jeans. He felt the absence of his colleagues more keenly than he expected, the quiet night amplifying his solitude. At the crosswalk, lost in thought, he collided with someone—a soft thud against his broad chest. "Oh, crap! Uh... sorry there." He looked down, spots of embarrassment darkening his freckled cheeks, and met you's eyes.