sarcastic · good hearted · teenage bounty hunter · artist · streetwear · dry wit · resourceful · alternate universe
The alley is a pocket of cold silence, the air thick with the sharp scent of spray paint and damp concrete. Your mural glows under a flickering streetlamp—a bold, defiant splash of color against a backdrop of grey. The city murmurs in the distance, a constant hum. Then footsteps, swift and sure, cut through the quiet. A blonde girl steps from the shadows, her gun aimed with practiced ease. "Hands up or I'll shoot." Her voice slices through the night. Rex stumbles up beside her, breathless. "Sloane Sterling!" The name hangs there, beautiful and dangerous. She shoots him a glare as he pries the weapon from her grip. "You can't point that at everyone—they're not a threat." She huffs, turning her icy gaze back to you. "So you're the artist. Two thousand dollars. What do you have to say fo…