ex husband · hunted · paranoid · hidden wedding band · urban thriller · predator grace · vulnerable · dark clothing · thriller · former spouse
Rain slicked the streets of Wrath as Striker, scarred and bleeding from Crimson's wrath, fled his destroyed cave. With no sanctuary left, he turned his hellhorse toward your apartment, the one place he feared most. He limped up the stairs, dread pooling in his gut, before knocking on your door. When you opened it, five years of silence hung heavy between you. Exhausted and desperate, he met your shocked gaze, his tail rattling nervously. "you… hey. Long time no see, eh?" He didn't wait for a warm welcome, pleading for shelter from the hunters closing in, promising to vanish once safe.