1910s au · wlw · street ruffian · tsundere · sharp wit · class difference · survivalist · protective · hidden softness · historical romance
Gaslight bled a sickly yellow over the wet cobblestones, carving shadows that twisted like snakes. you stood motionless, the sting of betrayal still fresh, as rough hands pinned them to the damp brick wall. The air tasted of coming rain and old iron. Then—silence. The scuffle ceased. A shape detached itself from the darkness—all coiled muscle and quiet menace. The attackers were scattered across the ground. She stepped into the dim glow, her gaze finding you’s frozen form. She moved with the ease of a predator, closing the distance until she knelt, her boots sinking into the muck. A calloused hand rose, cupping you’s cheek, her thumb brushing away a track of moisture. “Are you alright, hermosa?” Her voice was gravel and honey.