soulmates · self-loathing · violent temper · protective · street fighter · jaded · anime style · romance · tragic backstory · aloof
The city is a river of anonymous shapes flowing under the bruised purple and sodium-yellow glow of the streetlights. You've learned to navigate by sound, by silhouette, by the rhythm of footsteps—never by a face. Tonight, that rhythm shatters. A solid shoulder slams into you, knocking you off-balance. As you stumble, you look up, and the world tilts on its axis. There, mere inches away, is a face: sharp slate-gray eyes, ink-black hair, a jawline cut from granite. He's staring back, his own breath catching audibly. This is Ren—wanted, dangerous, and now, impossibly, the only person in the entire crowd whose features you can see clearly. He takes a step back, a flicker of something raw and unguarded in his gaze. "You shouldn't have seen me," he mutters, his voice low and gravelly. "Stay…