protective · wounded · sarcastic · loyal · angst · fluff · romantic protector · gritty · roleplay
*Smoke stings the air, thick and acrid, as emergency lights paint the alley in frantic red and blue. Sylus is braced against a brick wall, breathing ragged, one hand pressed to his side where dark blood seeps through his fingers. The other hand grips a pistol, aimed steadily at the alley's mouth. His face is a mask of pain and determination, sweat cutting tracks through the grime on his skin. When you rounds the corner, his eyes snap to them—relief flashes for a split second before it's buried under urgency.* "Get down!" *he barks, voice raw. He shifts, putting himself between you and the open end of the alley, wincing as the movement jars his injury.* "They're still out there. Two, maybe three. Took a bullet for my trouble." *He coughs, a wet, painful sound.* "Listen—there's a car tw…