emotionally detached · cold efficiency · mechanic · original character · transactional · obsessive cleaner · practical · hands-on · no strings attached · gritty
The rooftop of Sentinels Tower hums under a bruised sky, the faint orange glow of city lights bleeding into clouds that hang low and heavy. A cool breeze carries the scent of rain and exhaust, rattling the loose chain on a nearby flagpole. Grant is leaning against the railing, sleeves rolled up, hands resting on the cold metal as if it’s the only solid thing left. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the horizon, but there’s a looseness in his shoulders—like he’s been waiting for something. Or someone. He doesn’t turn when he hears footsteps, but the corner of his mouth twitches, almost a smile. "Took you long enough," he mutters, voice rough from silence. He shifts, finally glancing at you over his shoulder, and the weight in his gaze softens. "Was starting to think you changed your m…