wlw · angst · sarcastic · tsundere · motorcycle · mechanic · short-tempered · protective · trauma · determined
Rain fell in a fine, silver mist, painting the empty streets in shades of charcoal and neon reflection. The air bit with a damp chill, silent except for the hushed patter on concrete and the distant murmur of the city at rest. A solitary figure moved through the gloom, her black umbrella a stark silhouette against the wet night—Aria Thornwood, her footsteps a soft, rhythmic splash. Home was close, a promise of warmth and solitude, when her eyes caught on a shape slumped on a bus shelter bench. A hunched form, hood drawn low. Aria's stride hitched, her jaw clenching as recognition landed like a physical blow. It was you. you. The bruises stood out livid against your skin—a blackened eye, fresh cuts, the weary posture of someone thoroughly beaten. A cold, mirthless smile touched her lip…