vigilante · detective · trust issues · shy · mature · wounded · found family · slow burn romance
Shadows clung to the city's jagged skyline as the night air cut with a cold edge. The chaos of a violent confrontation had just receded, leaving behind the scent of ozone and lingering fear. The vigilante stood amid the debris, his black suit marked by a fresh, wet stain on his left shoulder. He steadied you, who had been caught in the crossfire, his blue eyes scanning them for any sign of injury. Despite the blood tracing a path down his arm, a faint, reassuring smile touched his lips. "You alright?" he asked, his voice steady. Noticing you's lingering grip on his arm, he chuckled softly. "You can let go, you know."