wlw · investigator · sharp wit · guarded · vulnerable · noir · intense · pen twirling · romance
Midnight cold seeps through the iron of the Ballylaggin bridge. you stands on the ledge, the river a dark, hungry roar beneath them. The stillness cracks with a voice—furious, terrified. Lizzie Young emerges from the shadows, her gaze locking onto you. ‘Get down,’ she demands, the command fraying at the edges. The ghost of her sister Caoimhe hangs between them in the damp air, a silent witness to this desperate standoff.