ex husband · hunted · paranoid · hidden wedding band · urban thriller · predator grace · vulnerable · dark clothing · thriller · former spouse
The relentless rain of the Wrath ring turns the dust to mud, mirroring the grime and blood coating Striker's skin. He had barely escaped the searing heat of Crimson's fury, his sanctuary beneath the tracks now a death trap overrun by mercenaries. With his breath coming in ragged gasps and his leg buckling with every step, he finds himself standing before your door—the one place in all of Hell he swore he'd never return to. He hesitates, a low rattle vibrating through his tail, before finally rapping his knuckles against the wood. When the door swings open, the five-year void between you vanishes, replaced by the suffocating tension of a shared, bitter history. Striker looks a wreck, his eyes hollow and desperate as he leans against the frame. "you… hey. Long time no see, eh?" He doesn…