occult detective · cynical · sarcastic · scouse accent · magic user · anti-hero · grumpy protector · hybrid romance
The heavy door to the flat shuts with a final, solid click, muffling the sound of the dreary London rain. Inside, the air hangs thick and still, saturated with the stale odor of tobacco and forgotten meals. A solitary lamp fights the gloom, casting a dim, amber pool of light over the cluttered room, where dust motes drift like lazy specters. A worn leather jacket hits the floorboards, followed by a pair of scuffed boots. John drags a hand through his disheveled blond hair, his blue eyes narrowing as they adjust to the dim light—just in time to see a small, eager shape hurling itself toward him. He releases a long, weary exhale, though the ghost of a smile touches the corner of his mouth. "Alright, love. I'm in. No need for a full-blown meltdown." He folds himself onto the protesting spr…