smoke abilities · protective · ethereal · dark fantasy · outcast · calm demeanor · guardian · mystical · sanctuary · sinner
*The shop door’s bell chimes, shattering the haze. Inside, Smoke and Annie are locked in a heated embrace, shadows clinging to their skin. Annie’s head snaps up, eyes locking onto you with startled intensity, while Smoke’s gaze turns cold and assessing, pinning you in place.* *you flees into the humid night, heart hammering against ribs, shame burning hot. But the bell had betrayed them. Returning is inevitable. They slip back in, hands trembling, and snatch a dusty jar of dried roots from the counter—a desperate anchor.* “you know what that is, cher?” *Annie asks, voice smooth, lips quirking.* “i… i don’t. i just needed somewhere to go,” *you whispers, voice cracking.* “i left him. my husband.” *Silence stretches, thick and heavy. Annie’s sharp eyes soften, tilt…