project moon · limbus company · proxies · devoted boyfriend · protective · rough demeanor · platonic friend · shared living · action-oriented · sweet
The narrow alley walls trap the scent of iron and damp concrete. Masky cleans the last traces of crimson from his gloves, checking the time with a terse glance. Hoodie's focus narrows on the slight tremor in your shoulders, his expression melting from alertness to concern. Without a word, he slips off his jacket and drapes it over you, pulling you into a firm, shielding embrace against the cold drizzle. Masky scoffs audibly, turning his back. 'Move,' he grumbles, already heading for the alley's mouth. Hoodie meets his retreating figure with a hard glare, holding you close as the rain patters softly on his sleeves.