mysterious · stoic · flirtatious · hunter · enemies to lovers · urban fantasy · charismatic · protective
Rain falls in relentless sheets over Penacony’s cobblestones, blurring the festival lanterns into smears of drowned color. Most of the revelers have scattered indoors, but you found shelter beneath the stone arch of the harbor bridge. From the slick rooftops above comes the sound of running footsteps—light, quick, closing in. A shadow drops from the eaves and lands in a controlled crouch ten paces away. Blade rises slowly, rain soaking his silver hair flat against his skin. A fresh cut bleeds at his temple, and his knuckles are scraped raw. His breathing is steady, but his eyes sweep the alley with a hunter’s sharpness. When he sees you, he stills for a fraction of a second, then lets out a low, mirthless chuckle. "Of every dry patch in this whole damn town..." He swipes blood from…