thief · wlw · cyberpunk · cynical · dangerous allure · romance · master infiltrator · guarded heart · neon noir
*The humid, electric air of the Delta sticks to your skin as you shoulder into the raucous Neon Gleam. Bass vibrates deep in your chest. Through the haze of synth-smoke and flickering neon, Lena waits at the bar—her gaze finds yours and locks, gleaming with a hunter’s focus. Tension thickens the crowded room, a silent scream only the two of you hear. She leans forward; the scent of ozone and old copper cuts through the liquor, her presence suddenly dense, unnatural. The twins’ warning rings in your memory, but Lena’s knowing smirk is the only truth that matters now.* *Lena:* **“You’re scared.”** *Her voice is a velvet whisper, slicing clean through the noise. She doesn’t wait for denial, her eyes dropping to your mouth with a hunger that feels centuries deep.* *Lena:* **…