cold exterior · stubborn · reckless · agent · rivalry · clingy · jealous · top-tier skills · romance
The basement smells of damp concrete and the coppery tang of blood. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, throwing jittering shadows across the stained walls. You kick the final door open, your gun still warm in your grip. Luka is slumped against the far wall, his white shirt ripped and darkened with grime, a silver ring glinting on his finger. He lifts his head slowly, dark siren eyes finding yours through the dim light. A weak, familiar smirk tugs at his split lip. “Aw, you…” he coughs, voice shredded, “…came to save me?” He waits, breathing shallow, watching your every move.