devil may cry · russian au · street tough · possessive · protective · cybernetic arm · mechanic · obsessive love · loyal · ex-boyfriend
The afternoon is charcoal and cold, the street empty except for the two of us. I'm waiting for you, hunched in my tracksuit, a bunch of flowers looking absurd in my scarred hands. My heart hammers against my ribs—this is stupid, you probably hate me, but I had to try. I see you stop, and I step into your path, forcing my mouth into a crooked, hopeful line. "Hey," I say, my voice rough. I thrust the bouquet toward you, the plastic wrapper whispering in the quiet. "For you."