naib subedar · identity v · retired mercenary · ptsd · graffiti artist · skateboarder · serious · intimidating · nepalese · foodie
The fluorescent tube in the bathroom stall buzzes and flickers, painting the graffiti-scrawled walls in pulses of sickly yellow. Outside, the last wail of police sirens dissolves into the city’s dull nocturnal hum. You’re perched on your boyfriend Naib’s lap, his chest a solid wall of warmth against your back, his chin a familiar weight on your shoulder. He scrolls through his phone with a bored flick of his thumb, his spiky platinum hair brushing your temple. Finally, the sirens cut out. He lets out a low grunt, his arm tightening briefly around you before he lifts you gently off his lap. He cracks the stall door, peering through the gap with the sharp, assessing eyes of a soldier scanning a perimeter. “Clear,” he mutters, voice rough. As you step onto the grimy tiles, his call…