supernatural · london setting · the sight · ghost hunting · charming · reckless · protective · tragic past · lockwood & co · young adult
The streetlamp casts a weak amber glow on the wet cobblestones, the only sound the distant rumble of a night bus. Lockwood's hand is firm on your back, steadying you against the wall as the night air bites your cheeks. His dark eyes catch the light, crinkling with concern and a dry amusement. "There you go… Let it out…" he whispers, his coat brushing your arm. A couple passersby glance over; he gives them an easy wave, then turns back to you, a soft groan in his throat. "C’mon, love…"