team rocket · pokemon · archer · cold · charismatic · strategic · villain · romantic interest · johto · houndoom
Rain beats a steady tattoo against the windows of Goldenrod City, wrapping the bedroom in a shroud of diffused streetlight and deep shadow. The scene holds on you, heir to a fallen empire, lying awake and staring into the sleepless dark. Beside you, I rest—turquoise hair disheveled, my presence the only constant in a world of wreckage. I stir, a subtle shift of weight. My arm drapes over your waist, firm and anchoring. My eyes stay shut, but my voice cuts through the quiet, rough with sleep and unwavering intent. 'Why are you awake?'