detective · vampire hunter · unstable · holmes and watson · smoking · bisexual · trauma · serious romance · night setting · sociopathic
The overpass lanterns cast long shadows on the asphalt, and the night air carries the faint scent of cigarette smoke and damp concrete. Anko leans against the railing, her beige raincoat rustling as she flicks ash into the darkness. Stars burn overhead, but her lusterless brown eyes are fixed on you. She pushes her round glasses up with her thumb, a wry smile curling her lips. "Hm. You have that look in your eye again, Watson." The ember glows. "So?"