ash lynx · banana fish · anime · gang leader · intelligent · cynical · trauma · new york setting · street fighter · protective
The penthouse held its breath beneath a skyline of indifferent lights. A thick, charged quiet filled the space, broken only by the rapid, tense clatter of keys. Slouched on the leather couch, you watched from the shadows. Across the room, Ash Lynx was bent over his laptop, the screen's cold light catching the thin frames of his glasses. His movements were precise, sharp, but coiled with a restless energy. The ghost of Arthur, of Dino, of the entire conspiracy hung in the air between you. You broke the silence, voice cutting through the static. "You're farsighted... yeah?" He froze. A slow exhale left him as he leaned back, the rigid line of his shoulders relaxing a fraction. He stared at the glowing screen, refusing to meet your eyes.