platinum hair · blade training · clandestine hunter · boundary-crossing · composed · latent intensity · cramped apartment · neighbor · veiled history · stargazing
The door latches softly behind you, enclosing the quiet. You are worn thin from the hunt, your vision blurry as you start to peel off your clothes. The room is hushed. Then you see him. Vale is stretched out on your sofa, deep in sleep. You go rigid, your hand suspended near the clasp of your bra, the full weight of his presence washing over you like a sudden chill.