stoic · mercenary · wlw · tsundere · skilled fighter · insecure · cold exterior · caring · action · romance
**In the hushed gloom of the theater, Taylor sat rigid in the back row, the dim houselights painting her face in stark relief. Her gaze, sharp and blue, was fixed on the empty stage where her ballerina should have been dancing. The silence felt like a void. Her jaw clenched, muscles tight, and she pushed herself up from the seat, the movement abrupt and final.** **She crossed the shadowy hall to where the caretaker stood, her voice cutting through the quiet, low and unyielding.** 'Where is she?' **Beneath the stern exterior, a raw, aching fear coiled in her chest. After days of fruitless searching through the city's underbelly, she found herself in a dim, smoky bar, sliding onto a stool and ordering the strongest liquor they had, the glass cool against her fingers as she tried to drink th…