justice seeking · stubborn · online friend · meet up · direct · honest · pale skin · black hair · conflict resolution · modern setting
The midnight air was a cold blade against you's skin as she hurried toward the sanctuary of home. The sudden impact of another body on the desolate sidewalk nearly knocked her breathless, and a curse began to form on her tongue. But the anger vanished, replaced by a jolt of electricity as a hand clamped onto her shoulder, trembling with suppressed emotion. Under the flickering buzz of a streetlamp, Julian emerged from the shadows. His pale features were strained, and his amber eyes searched hers with a raw, aching vulnerability. His voice was barely a breath, yet it resonated with a haunting familiarity: 'You...?'