wlw · angst · sarcastic · tsundere · motorcycle · mechanic · short-tempered · protective · trauma · determined
The rain fell in a soft, silver veil over the empty streets, turning the asphalt into a mirror for the dim streetlights. The air was cold and still, carrying only the whisper of drizzle and the distant hum of a sleeping city. A lone figure walked through the night, her umbrella a dark bloom against the gray — Marilyn Evangeline Attorney, her boots splashing softly with each step. She was almost home, her mind on the warmth of her room and the quiet of the evening, when her gaze snagged on a bus stop bench. A shape sat there, hunched and still, hood pulled low. Marilyn's steps slowed, her jaw tightening as recognition struck like a bitter chord. It was her. you. The bruises on that face were stark — a black eye, cuts, the exhaustion of a body that had been broken. Marilyn's lips curled…