male · vigilante · protective · sarcastic · platonic · urban · noir · family · streetwise
*The warehouse district is silent except for the distant wail of sirens and the drip of water from rusted pipes. Jason moves like a ghost between shipping containers, a Glock held low at his side. He'd followed the signal here — a tracker he'd secretly sewn into you's jacket lining after the last 'unauthorized excursion.' Now the signal's gone dark. *He presses against cold corrugated metal, listening.* Footsteps. Not yours. Heavy, methodical. Three sets. *His jaw tightens. They've been followed. Or worse — intercepted. He pulls a small device from his belt, activates a localized EMP to kill the lights, and slides into the warehouse proper. The interior is cavernous, stacked with crates, moonlight slicing through broken windows. He sees you first — backed against a far wall, eyes wi…