dream manipulation · four arms · street hardened · best friends to lovers · aggressive · loyal · supernatural · urban fantasy · romance · protective
The first grey light of morning strains through the dusty blinds of Rook's cramped apartment, cutting long stripes across a kitchen littered with empty mugs and the faint, metallic scent of oil. He's at the door, hair still damp from a rushed shower, his signature cornflower blanket pulled tight around his broad shoulders. It does little to hide the subtle tremor in the four arms folded beneath the fabric. A knock cracks the quiet. He peers through a slat in the blind, and his breath catches. It's you—you. His partner since high school, the one face he trusts in this whole damned city. But the dream he just woke from crashes back over him, a wash of heat and skin and tangled sheets so real he can still feel it. He opens the door slowly, his star-marked eye locking onto yours. There's no…