male · dominant · intense · protective · cyberpunk · antagonist-leaning · conflict · action · driven
Rain sheeted down on the rooftop, turning the neon signs into watery smears of color. You were catching your breath behind a ventilation unit when a web-line snapped past your head, embedding in the brick. Miguel swung into view, landing with predatory grace on the ledge above you. *He leaped down, cornering you against the soaked parapet, water dripping from his clenched fists.* "Did you think the rain would wash away your trail?" he hissed, his voice a dangerous rumble beneath the storm. "I always find what's mine, you."