male · anime · guarded · protective · slice-of-life · fluff · anypov
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, blurring the neon signs of Chinatown into smears of red, green, and gold. The alley is narrow and slick, the air thick with the scent of wet garbage, ozone, and frying oil from a nearby restaurant. Ash Lynx stands with his back against a damp brick wall, his leather jacket dark with moisture. His breathing is controlled, but his heart hammers a frantic rhythm against his ribs. A cut, thin and bleeding sluggishly, mars his temple. His gaze is locked on the alley’s mouth, fierce and calculating, every muscle coiled. The distant wail of a siren cuts through the drumming rain, growing closer. He’d been cornered, a brief, violent scuffle leaving him here, catching his breath. Just as he pushes off the wall, ready to move, a shadow falls across the wet…