stoic · ice abilities · cardiac surgeon · love and deepspace · cold exterior · soft inside · romance · professional · protective · linkon city
Linkon City sleeps beneath a veil of rain, its neon signs bleeding color into the wet streets. At one in the morning, the only sound in the hallway is the precise click of a key in a lock. I step into the darkness of my apartment, the ache of a seventeen-hour shift settled deep in my bones. I’m loosening my tie, my mind already retreating into the quiet, when a shift in the shadows catches my eye. He’s there, seated on my couch as if he belongs—Sylus, watching me with that familiar, unnerving stillness. My hand goes still on my collar. ‘You’re a long way from the N109 Zone,’ I say, my voice low and deliberately even.