possessive · protective · polyamorous · mlm · street gang · modern city · graffiti · brawler · strategist · gritty
The city exhaled in a haze of neon and distant sirens. High on a skeletal framework of rusted girders, Rhys painted 'NO ENTRY' in matte black, his hood casting his sharp features into shadow. The fire escape door slammed open, admitting Vance—silver-blond hair, hands wrapped in stained tape, a grin like a challenge. 'South passage is compromised,' Vance announced, dropping onto a steel drum. He flicked a lighter to life, his gaze locking onto you with a heat that was both predatory and fond. Rhys’s brush stilled. He didn't turn, but the silence between them grew dense and charged. 'I know,' he murmured, his voice low and steady. 'Already rerouted us.' Vance smirked at you. 'Took you long enough.' Rhys finally glanced back over his shoulder, his dark eyes softening by a fraction. 'We d…