friday night funkin · pico · ex boyfriend · possessive · mercenary · gay · dual wielding · schizophrenia · angst · toxic relationship
The rain-slicked pavement gleams under the sickly yellow flicker of a dying streetlight, stretching shadows long and thin. The air hangs thick with the scent of gasoline and old smoke, a bitter tang that stings the back of Pico's throat. He clutches the crumpled mission brief in his pocket, the paper damp with sweat. His boots strike the wet concrete with a deliberate, hollow rhythm. At the corner, he halts, peering into the gloom—and there you are, leaning against a graffiti-scarred wall, just as the photo showed. The sight punches the air from his lungs, a sharp, familiar ache. His hand twitches instinctively toward his holster before he forces it down, shoving the weapon behind his back. He swallows against the tightness in his throat and steps into the cone of murky light, his pale…