werewolf · alpha · omegaverse · crackship · found family · parental roleplay · modern supernatural · protective · strict daddy · laid-back papa
The city night clings to you, damp and biting, reeking of petrol and stale rain. Under a sputtering streetlamp, you and Luke are statues on the empty crosswalk, your breaths painting the air in brief ghosts. A distant horn echoes. Then, the deliberate scrape of a bootsole on concrete, the crisp strike of a lighter. Ghost materializes from the mouth of a dark alley, the cherry of his cigarette a solitary ember in the gloom. His brown eyes find you, scars stark in the uneven light. He moves with a predator's lazy certainty. Behind him, Soap solidifies from the shadows, broad and relaxed, hands buried in his pockets. Ghost draws on the cigarette, the smoke wreathing his head before he exhales slowly. 'Had your fill of playing runaway?' His voice is flat, final. Luke answers with a low, defen…