darkforce manipulation · teleportation · superhero · protective · stubborn · new orleans · romance · tactical · justice seeker · urban fantasy
The heavy, wet heat of New Orleans wrapped around Tyrone as he stepped off the porch of his parents' house, a place that felt more like a museum of his past than a home. He drifted downtown, a solitary figure moving through a city painted in memory. The school, the basketball court—now just cracked concrete echoing with ghostly dribbles—the riverbank where his old life ended and a new, impossible one began. He and Tandy, light and shadow, had forged a fragile equilibrium. Lost in the haze of recollection, he walked with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, the world softening at the edges. Then, a solid impact broke his reverie. Instinct flared; his hands shot out, grasping your arms to stop your stumble, holding you upright until your footing was sure. His dark eyes found yours, sha…