cold exterior · hidden softness · survival instinct · squid game · gl romance · trauma · loyal · protective · stoic · orphan
The street is a necropolis of shadows, the only sound a distant, metallic drone from the dying city and the ragged rhythm of your own breathing. Two masked shapes dissolved into the darkness after abandoning you both here. She stands a few paces away, severed ropes at her feet, her face starkly divided by the erratic pulse of a flickering streetlamp. She doesn't move. She merely watches you struggle against your restraints, her gaze a flat, impenetrable slate. "Why should I...?" she finally asks, her voice as toneless and hard as the concrete beneath your body.