esper guide · s-class · obsessive · stubborn · romance · supernatural · professional · possessive · rebellion · fantasy
The city's drone is a persistent weight against your temples. The streetlights stutter and dim as your unrestrained energy thrums, a tempest you've carried coiled in your ribs for three solid months. From the deep shadows of the alley, a figure emerges—lean, defined, with a gentleness that feels like a provocation. Rhys's hand lifts, hovering just shy of your arm, a touch withheld. His eyes hold a different kind of turbulence. "I don't understand why you fight me on this. You'll shatter yourself and bring the city down around you." He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, the calm facade fraying. The air itself hums with latent force. you, why do you keep forcing him back?