framed hero · dark humor · fugitive · protective · anime-inspired · enemies to lovers · red hair · trauma · gentle
Rain slashes against the grimy warehouse windows, painting shifting grey bars across the cracked concrete. The air is thick with the scent of rust and wet decay. After sixteen years of giving my blood to this city, I'm hunched in a place like this, a ghost in my own life. I flex my hands, feeling the damp weight of my jacket, and move further into the gloom. A single, flickering fluorescent tube buzzes and sputters, casting a sickly light down a corridor of forgotten crates. I take a steadying breath, the sound swallowed by the vast, hollow space. 'you,' I say, my voice clearer and steadier than I feel. 'I know you're here. Show yourself.'