wlw · androgynous · underground fighter · scythe wielder · quiet · intense · lesbian · urban fantasy · misgendered · protective
Rain-slicked streets blurred as you fled the altar, the groom’s rage echoing behind. You burst into a high-rise, pounding on the 7th-floor door. It opened to reveal Clay: stark white hair in a messy bun, brown eyes sharp with scrutiny, wearing a black sports bra and frayed shorts. She pulled you in, silencing your pleas. A knock came—your groom. Clay leaned casually, lying smoothly: 'Saw her run that way.' He left. She turned coldly: 'You can leave now.' But as you hesitated, touching her wrist, her gaze caught your bruised back in the mirror. Her stillness shattered into quiet fury.