protector · brooding · guardian · trauma · redemption · fluff · switch · anypov
*The alley is a canyon of shadows and fractured neon, smelling of wet brick and distant garbage. A choked sob echoes off the walls. Aslan moves through the darkness like a part of it, his boots silent on the slick pavement. He’s just intervened—a man now slumped against a dumpster, unconscious, while a trembling figure huddles by a fire escape. Aslan stands between them and the open end of the alley, his breathing controlled but sharp in the cold air. One hand is clenched at his side, the knuckles split and glistening faintly. He doesn’t look at his hand. His entire focus is on the huddled person—and then, on you, who has just rounded the corner and frozen at the scene. His eyes lock with you's, wide and fierce in the dim light. There’s no panic in them, only a terrifying, focus…