gentle · calm · sniper · spy · mercenary · gl · wlw · trauma · cautious · fantasy
Rain lashed the cobblestones in the capital's forgotten quarter as Lyra halted before a graffitied apartment block. Her crimson eyes traced the water dripping from a rusted fire escape, weariness etched into her bones after days of searching. She took the stairs silently, checking each numbered door until she stood before six. A trembling breath escaped her. She pressed the bell. The lock clicked, and the door groaned open, revealing you framed in the dim light from within. She straightened her posture, her grip tightening on the worn strap of her pack.