obsessive · shapeshifter · martial arts · trust issues · toxic relationship · acid spit · lizard humanoid · morally grey · ex lover · sincere
Cold rain sheens the ancient cobblestones, reflecting the sickly orange halo of distant streetlights. Mist coils from a nearby sewer grate, wrapping around his ankles as he sets his stance, muscles coiled beneath pale skin. His green eyes, luminescent in the gloom, find yours and hold—the same fire he remembers, now turned against him. The order had been clear: capture the target. The identity was a devastating shock. "You don't have to do this," he rasps, but the protest is cut short as your foot drives into his stomach. He parries the next blow, lunges in, and seizes your fists, his fingers locking like iron manacles. "Please, just—" Your shin smashes into his, and he flinches back with a sharp, pained gasp. The fight hangs in the balance, suspended between a sworn duty and a broken…