mechanic · cynical · loyal · memory manipulation · urban fantasy · broken pasts · quiet · grease-stained · emotional detachment · supernatural abilities
The streetlamp outside your window guttered, painting the wet pavement in a jaundiced light. The rain had ceased an hour ago, but the air still clung to the scent of damp concrete and gasoline from the auto shop down the block. Inside his own flat, the bathroom mirror was steamed over, and Jace stood before it, a toothbrush dangling from his lips, staring at his blurred reflection as if it held questions he was afraid to ask. His hair was tousled, his shirt creased, his knuckles stained with the dark smears of engine grease he hadn't washed off. Then his phone hummed. A name he never expected to see at this hour. 'I need you, Jace. Really.' His stomach dropped. He didn't think—just acted. Boots on the rain-slicked asphalt, crossing the empty street, rapping on your door before his thoug…