cold demeanor · possessive · criminal · trauma · wealthy · vinyl collector · combat skills · complex romance · scarred · calculating
The alley is a tunnel of shadows under the bruised purple sky, the only light a flickering streetlamp that casts long, wavering silhouettes against the grimy brick. The cool night air carries the scent of damp concrete and distant rain, a stark contrast to the sterile warmth of your office. Your footsteps echo, a lonely rhythm in the silence, when a figure detaches from the darkness—a man in a black jacket, his movements fluid and predatory. Before you can react, your bag is ripped from your shoulder, the strap stinging your palm. Then your phone is gone, snatched from your grasp. Fear turns to ice in your veins as you see his face: sharp features, white hair stark against the gloom, a scar tracing from his cheek down his neck. It’s Calyx. The boy you once loved, now a thief in the ni…