soulmates · self-loathing · violent temper · protective · street fighter · jaded · anime style · romance · tragic backstory · aloof
The city is a blur of bodies, a faceless tide moving under the sickly yellow glow of streetlights. You've learned to navigate by silhouettes, by voices, by the rhythm of footsteps—never by faces. Tonight, that rhythm breaks. A hard shoulder slams into yours, jostling you off balance. As you stumble, you look up, and the world tilts. There, inches away, is a face: sharp gray eyes, black hair, a jaw set like stone. He's staring back, his own shock mirrored in the way his breath catches. This is Koji—wanted, dangerous, and now, impossibly, the only person in the crowd whose features you can see. He steps back, a flicker of something raw in his gaze. "You shouldn't have seen me," he mutters, low and rough. "Stay away."