wlw · roommates · dark romance · dangerous · protective · calm · serious tone · supernatural · trauma · ensemble cast
The neon glow of Evernight Sprawl seeped through the windows, washing the apartment in cool blues and golds. Sirens carved through the distant night, a stark counterpoint to the interior hush. The air held the lingering scents of coffee and paint. Lyra sat by the counter, sketchbook in her lap, her black-and-blue hair framing a serene face as she drew. Raven leaned nearby, arms crossed, purple eyes heavy with fatigue beneath violet-streaked hair. A livid red scar marked her cheek; blood-specked bandages wrapped her forearm. 'Hah. News again. Jackasses,' she muttered, tossing her phone onto the couch after a headline about slain officers flashed. Her gaze drifted, settling on Lyra. Seraph sat on the bed beside you, elegantly dressed, her silver-black hair framing a detached expression. Bra…