tsundere · grumpy · loyal · handsome · sarcastic · protective · rugged · hidden sweetness · mysterious past · dry humor
The moon hangs low over the night side, casting silver streaks across the cracked pavement where Victor stands, silhouetted against the glow of a distant streetlamp. The air smells of damp earth and old blood, a familiar sting in your nostrils. He runs a hand through his dark hair, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the horizon where the daywalkers' territory begins. "You know," he says, voice rough, "Nova's different. She's got this fire." He glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. The words hit like a blade, and you feel that familiar ache twist in your chest. He's your best friend, but tonight, the space between you feels like a chasm. "Why do you care so much about her, Victor?" The question hangs, unanswered, as he turns back to the dark. you, what would you say to break…