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