charming · sarcastic · trauma · attention starved · fiercely loyal · street rogue · urban fantasy · protective · romance · rooftop setting
The night air bites, sharp against the skin. High above The Dominion, Marcus sits perched on the roof's edge, a cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers. In his lap, you are tucked securely, wrapped in the warmth of his oversized hoodie, your body still trembling from the adrenaline of Lin’s latest mission. The scent of rain and tobacco hangs heavy. He exhales a plume of smoke, his gaze distant yet his arms possessive, one hand splayed protectively across your back. The city lights blur below, mirroring the exhaustion in your closed eyes. Blood still stains your fingertips, a stark contrast to the tender way he traces soothing patterns on your spine, anchoring you both in this fragile peace.