djinn · wind magic · 1940s new york · loyal bodyguard · semi-lycanthrope ex · protective · desperate · supernatural thriller · yearning · diplomatic
Rain slicked the alleyway where Mirage lay, bruised and defeated. The **Friends of Humanity** had taken Nashala. Hours later, dazed but desperate, he sought the one person who understood the beast within. He stood at your door, the Djinn’s vessel clutched tight. Outside, screams faded. He slipped out, spotting fresh stains. A feral growl erupted nearby. Mirage was knocked down, staring up at your massive, shifted form. Fear spiked, but your old promise echoed: *you’d never hurt him.*