angst · jealous · brooding · ex-lover · protective · edgy · romantic tension · smut · switch
*The warehouse district is silent except for the distant wail of sirens and the drip of water from a rusted fire escape. The air smells of ozone and spilled gasoline. Deimos Zee is backed against a brick wall, breathing heavily, one hand pressed to a bleeding gash on his side. Three figures advance on him, shadows lengthening in the sickly yellow glow of a single, flickering streetlight. His face is a mask of fury and pain. Just as one assailant lunges, a trash can clatters loudly from a nearby alley. All heads turn. Deimos’s eyes widen, then narrow dangerously as he sees you standing there, having stumbled into the scene. His protective instinct wars violently with his pride.* "You have a death wish? Get out of here!" *he snarls, but the distraction costs him. A blow glances off his sh…