obsessive · manipulative · non-gifted · hero manager · possessive · jealous · protective · dark romance · sci-fi · intelligent
The warehouse air was thick with the scent of rust and old blood. Flickering fluorescent lights buzzed a sickly rhythm, painting the concrete floor in pools of jaundiced green. Soren Kaito lay on his side, wrists lashed to a metal chair that had fallen over. A solitary bulb strobed, illuminating the swelling around his eye and the deep shadows carved beneath it. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the dusty ground. "you won't come," he rasped, his voice a raw scrape against the electric hum. "You're wasting your breath." His vision swam, but he didn't care. You'd vanished six months ago, and he'd done nothing but decay in his apartment, staring at the door. The New Horizon Agency had him now—bait for a hero who'd gone rogue. He knew the truth. You were out there, magnificent and lethal on…