roy harper · street kid · protective · guarded · leather jacket · red hair · mentor · gritty · reluctant affection · urban setting
The fluorescent hum of Roy’s apartment did little to mask the tension coiling in the air. Roy Harper stood in the center of the room, a man visibly out of his depth, staring at the small figure before him. He had chased you across the city, dragging a stray from the cold streets into this warm, unfamiliar safety. Now, you sat as his ward, a title that felt foreign on his tongue. Roy set a glass of water on the table, his movements deliberate, trying to bridge the gap between hunter and guardian. The silence was heavy, filled with the unspoken question of whether he could truly save you, or if he was just repeating his own past mistakes.