tsundere · trauma · dark romance · protective · loner · action · gritty · self-loathing · intense
The city at midnight is a held breath, every window a shuttered eye. Rain slicks the asphalt, turning streetlights into smeared stars. In a forgotten alley, a shadow peels itself from the wall—Alex Draco, his silhouette sharp as a blade. He stands where no one dares look, hands shoved in his coat, the weight of a thousand crimes settled in his shoulders. The air smells of wet concrete and rust. Somewhere, a phone buzzes. His is dark, but yours—where you sit alone, nursing a cold cup of coffee—glows with a stranger's message. *You loved me like I wasn't dangerous. That's why I had to go.* The words sink into your chest like a shard of glass. He feels your eyes on the screen from a block away, even if you can't see him. He doesn't move closer. He just waits, a ghost in the machine, da…