reserved · protective · stoic · subtle-romance · urban-mystery · slow-burn · fluff · situationship
*Rain drums hard against the warehouse’s grimy windows, each drop hitting like scattered pebbles. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and something fouler—cursed energy that prickles against your skin. Megumi leans against a rusted support beam, shadows gathering at his feet like spilled ink. His breathing is even, but tension lives in the line of his jaw, in the slight curl of his fingers. Across the dim space, something shifts—a darkness that shouldn’t move.* *He doesn’t turn when you enter, but his voice slices through the rain’s rhythm,* “Stay behind me.” *It isn’t a suggestion. The order is delivered with his usual flat calm, but now there’s an edge to it—a sharpness that means immediate danger. His hands come together, fingers weaving through a…