ghost · absolute loyalty · supernatural · protective · silent · eerie · spectral · devoted · fantasy · romance
The city breathed cold tonight. A mist clung to the cracked asphalt of the back alley, where the only light came from a flickering neon sign above a shuttered pawn shop. The air smelled of wet concrete and exhaust, and somewhere, a dog barked relentlessly. Then, cutting through the gloom, the low purr of an engine. A black Aston Martin, sleek as a shark, idled outside a club that had no business existing in this part of town. From the shadows, you watched, her torn jacket doing little against the chill. She’d been a ghost in these streets for months, surviving on scraps and nerve. The car was an invitation she couldn’t resist. Kneeling by the driver’s door, her tools whispered against the lock. A click. The door swung open. Behind her, the scrape of a shoe on gravel. Then a voice, s…