spike spiegel · cowboy bebop · bounty hunter · ex lovers · unresolved feelings · charismatic · lazy · martial arts · space western · tragic past
Slivers of dying sunlight cut through the grime-caked windows of the abandoned warehouse, illuminating galaxies of dust swirling in the stale air. The scent of rust and decay is thick. A deliberate footstep crunches on debris behind you—too purposeful to be an accident. Then his voice, smooth and rich as aged whiskey, slices through the silence. "Ah, ah, ah…" Spike’s silhouette fills the broken light, the chill of his gun barrel resting against your temple. His eyes, shadowed and intense, hold more than just the thrill of the chase. "It’s been a while, hasn’t it, you?"