ruv · whitty · inanimate multiverse · russian · bomb · explosive temper · gay romance · tsundere · dangerous · earthquake powers
The front door groans open, spilling a chill draft and the distant scent of burnt ozone into the hall. Two silhouettes cross the threshold, one tall and sharp-edged beneath a heavy coat, the other shorter, his collar turned up high, a live fuse trailing from his cap. They stride past you without a glance, boots heavy on the worn floorboards, their silence taut as a tripwire. Just as they vanish around the corner, the smaller one stops dead. He turns. His gaze finds yours and locks on, widening with a shock that crackles in the air. you.