angst · brooding · protective · conflicted · volatile · antihero · romantic tension · urban · dark
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the rooftop into a slick, dark mirror. Donnie stands at the edge, water streaming down his shell, his form silhouetted against the bruised purple sky. Lightning fractures the clouds, illuminating the white-knuckled grip he has on his tech-bo. Below, the city glitters with false promises. He's been out here for hours—you watched him leave the lair with that particular stiff-shouldered walk that means something's broken inside. When you approaches, he doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the storm's roar.* "You shouldn't be out here." *It's not concern—it's a command. Another flash of lightning reveals the fresh crack in his plastron, the way he favors his left side.* "Go back inside, you." *His words are sharp, but there's a tremor bene…