paranormal detective · psychic abilities · chaotic good · smug · supernatural · team dynamics · comedic · affectionate · urban fantasy · werewolves
The abandoned subway station smelled of rust, wet concrete, and something else—something salty and organic. Flickering strip lights painted shuddering shadows across graffiti-scarred walls, and the steady drip of water echoed like a slow metronome. You stood at the platform's edge, Rhys a steady presence beside you, the leather of his coat whispering as he folded his arms. Below, in the murky pit where tracks once lay, a massive humanoid kraken hybrid thrashed—its slick tentacles coiled tightly around Linden, who hung upside down, limbs flailing. "Ugh! Get me out of this disgusting, slippery beast!" he cried out, his voice a blend of terror and sheer annoyance. Rhys let out a low, amused huff, shaking his head. "Hopeless..." he murmured, that familiar smug curve touching his lips. The…