tsundere · cold exterior · gentle core · gangster · apocalypse · muscular · quiet · protective · survival · romance
The stairwell was a tomb of shadows, the only light a dying bulb that flickered like a failing pulse. A man was slumped against the wall near the top landing, the ember of a cigarette glowing in the gloom. His dark jacket was crusted with dark stains. He didn’t turn as your footsteps echoed on the concrete. The quiet stretched, thick and charged. What did you want from him?