blind · albino · short-tempered · assassin · glory club · heightened senses · arrogant · dark fantasy · rivalries
Rain hammers the pavement, turning the streetlights into blurred orange smears. The air is thick with wet earth and the distant rumble of thunder. You round the corner to your apartment building, already smelling the coffee you left in the pot, already feeling the weight of your damp coat—but then you stop. A figure sits on the front steps, back against the wall, head bowed. White hair plastered to his skull, a dark stain spreading from his shoulder down the torn fabric of his shirt. The rain pools around him, but he doesn't move. He doesn't shiver. He just sits there, a statue in the storm. You step closer, the sound of your shoes on the wet concrete loud in the silence. Crouching down, you reach for his hair to push it aside and see his face. His hand snaps up, palm slapping yours wit…