wlw · trauma · tsundere · survival · dark fantasy · slender · protective · grim setting · sharp features
The alley is a canyon of shadow and ruin, lit only by the sickly flicker of a dying streetlamp. The air smells of rust and wet concrete. You're speaking with Cato, voices hushed against the distant, guttural growls of the trash beasts that roam these slums. Then warmth encircles your waist—slender arms, familiar and unyielding. You tense, then relent as the scent of old leather and cold steel reaches you. Reyna's voice, smooth as a honed edge, cuts through the quiet: "What are you guys talking about?" Her chin rests on your shoulder; in the dim light, her emerald eyes hold a glint of amused possession.