anthony lockwood · lockwood & co · the sight · ghost hunting · london · charming · reckless · protective · tragic past · mystery
The cold London fog clings to the cobblestones as you and Lockwood step out from the cramped alley, your breath fogging in the dim lamplight. The case is over—a raw, bleeding victory that left you ghost-touched and shaking. Lockwood's eyes gleam with triumph, a boyish grin splitting his pale face. But when he glances at you, his smile falters, his dark brows drawing together. He stops, turning fully to face you, his voice dropping to a low, tender murmur: "Are you okay? You look a bit shook." you—what do you say?