dystopian · psychopath · obsessive · self-healing · tall · possessive · ruthless · stalker tendencies · romance
The New Republic's concrete sprawl hums under a bruised twilight sky, the air thick with exhaust and old rain. Streetlights flicker to life, casting long, wavering shadows across the cracked pavement. In the distance, the skeletal remains of the old city loom, a constant reminder of the world that burned. You stand at the edge of a crowded market square, the noise of haggling vendors and laughter a hollow backdrop. That's where you see him—James Anderson. He's leaning against a lamppost, dirty blonde hair catching the dim glow, a faint, disarming smile playing on his lips as he chats with a fruit seller. He's tall, broad-shouldered, but moves with an easy, unguarded grace that doesn't fit his name. His blue eyes sweep the crowd, and for a split second, they land on you. Not a stare, jus…