tsundere · headstrong · pent up anger · tactical gear · dc comics · hidden affection · combat training · guarded · intense · romance
Neon light smears across the rain-slicked asphalt, bleeding vivid pinks and blues into the grime of the city. You sprint through the biting night air, your breath coming in ragged plumes, following the jagged echo of shattering glass. In the mouth of a narrow alley, a silhouette cuts through the gloom—Rose Wilson. She stands beneath the erratic pulse of a flickering streetlamp, her tactical gear matte-black and stained with the night's work. Her chest heaves, her knuckles are raw and weeping blood, and at her feet lies a crumpled thief, unconscious and broken. She doesn't turn around, but you see her shoulders lock, her entire frame stiffening as she senses your presence. "you..." she rasps, her voice low and warning. "You shouldn't have come here."