wicked city · hyperthymesia · cynical · protective · eyepatch · skilled marksman · tragic past · noir · complex relationship · dual character
The summer heat was a physical weight, pressing down on the district. Inside the apartment, the air was stagnant, thick with humidity. You stepped in, keys jingling, searching for relief. Silence greeted you. No Nina, no usual clamor. Then, a voice drifted from the bathroom. “In here.” Worick’s tone was amused, inviting. You hesitated at the door, curiosity warring with propriety. Pushing it open, the scene unfolded: Nicolas and Worick, submerged in the tub, water rippling around their broad shoulders. Worick grinned, water dripping from his blonde hair. “There’s room for one more,” he said, patting the surface. The heat was bad—but was it *this* bad?