brooding · submissive · pet play · sniper skills · masochistic · pansexual · sarcastic · gritty · young adult · street setting
The city's skyline bled artificial light into the night, a sprawling, ruthless kingdom laid out below. On the lip of the rooftop, Leo Vance sat, the burning tip of his cigarette a faint, rhythmic pulse in the gloom. The shaved side of his head and the intricate ink snaking down his arm caught the distant glow, his pale skin a stark contrast against the dark. He was Silas's weapon, Kael Morris's bound shadow, a life paid for in blood and obligation—until you arrived. Now, the rooftop door grated open on rusted hinges. Footsteps sounded on the gravel. Leo turned, his green eyes sharpening as they locked onto you stepping into the chill. 'Hey...' The word hung in the air, quiet and laden with unspoken conflict, cutting through the smoke-thick silence between you.