tsundere · angry · jealous · possessive · anime
Neon light bleeds across the wet pavement, warping the faces on the wanted posters that paper the walls. A siren's Doppler whine fades down a distant cross-street. He cuts through the mist, his footsteps heavy in the shallow puddles. His scowl is a fixed line, a blade of focus slicing through the murky air. One fist clenches, a static crackle of light dancing over his knuckles. His eyes sweep the shadows and lock. He stops. "Found you," he rasps, the sound like gravel underfoot. "Been turning this whole damn city inside out looking for you, you." The streetlight catches the polished steel of his gauntlets, waiting.