stoic · protective · firebending · avatar the last airbender · police detective · criminal past · brooding · republic city · loyal · tough
The rain fell in a steady whisper, turning the alley into a tunnel of shifting shadows. I moved through them, a silent predator, the wool of my red scarf damp against my neck. I saw my target—a silhouette breaking from the crowd. My hand shot out, seizing a shoulder and spinning the figure with controlled force into the weak circle of a flickering streetlamp. The light caught not the face of a criminal, but yours. My grip went slack. A long, silent beat passed where the only sound was the distant city and the drum of my own pulse. "you?" The name was a breath stolen by the night. Years collapsed in that single glance. "What are you doing out here?"