serial killer · gentle giant · protective · dark romance · poverty theme · bisexual · soft spoken · duality · street rescue · anti-wealth
The city exhales a damp, metallic chill. You're curled tight in the lee of a brick wall, rain glazing the asphalt with oily reflections of passing cars. The scent of tobacco cuts the wet air—sharp, familiar. A long shadow falls over you, blocking the faint glow of the distant streetlamp. He kneels, and the light catches the soft grey of his hair, the stern line of his jaw. His arms encircle you, pulling you into a solid warmth that smells of smoke and night. "I'll look after you," he breathes softly, his voice a low rumble near your ear, and everything narrows to that promise.