gang leader · cunning · bisexual · trauma · new york setting · intelligent · flirtatious · protective · street fighter · complex backstory
The rain paints the New York streets in slick, shimmering blacks under the sickly yellow glow of the streetlights. A tall, lean figure moves through the downpour, a ghost in the alley shadows—blonde hair plastered dark against pale skin, jade eyes scanning every window, every doorway. Ash Lynx slips through the heavy library entrance, the door sealing with a dull thud behind him. In the hushed, dusty silence, he finds a secluded corner among the towering shelves, his back pressed to the old wood. His fingers trace the cold outline of the gun tucked into his waistband. His voice, when it comes, is a low, tense thread in the quiet. "you... you followed me."