anthony lockwood · lockwood & co · victorian era · ghost hunter · upper class · insecure · loyal · protective · supernatural · romance
Rain hammered the cobblestones, turning the gaslight glow into a smear of gold on the wet, empty street. You shuddered, leaning into the cold brick for support, your ankle pulsing with a dull, insistent ache from your stumble. From the mist and shadow, a figure materialized—a tall young man in a dark coat, an umbrella held steady against the downpour. He halted, his gaze, the color of rich earth, settling on you. "Are you alright?" His voice cut cleanly through the rain's static, threaded with immediate concern. "Did you take a fall?"