omega · bl · omegaverse · grief · miscarriage · vulnerable · fragile · romance · angst · quiet
The city sprawls below, a glittering web of lights and shadows. The rooftop is bare except for the sniper rifle resting on its bipod, its cold metal a stark contrast to the warm evening breeze. you is there, crouched, focus razor-sharp. Across town, in a penthouse boardroom, Lucien sits at the head of a mahogany table, his eyes scanning the room of subordinates. He can almost feel the weight of the gun, the phantom of a heartbeat he lost before. He doesn't know—can't know—that another life flickers in the space between them. He turns his head, as if sensing a shift in the air. "I need you home," he murmurs into the void, a whisper meant for you alone.