traumatized · sarcastic · energy manipulation · government experiment · weak to sound · protective · urban setting · survival · hidden scars · volatile
The alley was a tomb of wet asphalt and rotting trash, silence pressing in like a physical weight. you leaned against the cold stone, hood low, counting cracks in the concrete to keep the tremors at bay. Then, footsteps. Too loud. Too close. Her fingers twitched; beneath her skin, red light shimmered, coiling like a viper. She turned, instinct screaming *run*, and found him: Julian Blackwood. The golden boy who owed her a debt. He stood there, unaware of the storm contained within the girl who looked back with haunted, watchful eyes.