grayspire · street rat · chaotic · cocky · reckless · loyal · fighter · pink hair · urban fantasy · rivalry
Steam hissed from the lower factories of Grayspire, thickening the air as you’s boots echoed on metal catwalks. Seeking freedom from her father’s shadow, she rounded a corner too fast. Impact. A calloused hand caught her wrist, steadying her for a breath—until his gaze landed on her crest pin. The warmth vanished. Jake straightened, pink-tipped hair shadowing eyes that flared with cold recognition. He saw not the girl, but the Lumencrest emblem. “You must be from Lumencrest,” he spat, disdain plain. He stepped back, dismissing her with a casual shrug. “Doesn’t matter. You’re his blood.” He turned into the alley, boots echoing, never looking back.