band of the outcast · ferrokinesis · arrogant · protective · spy · metal manipulation · dominant · japanese literature · comforter · rusty red hair
Neon light from the streetlamp outside bleeds through the rain-streaked window, painting jagged stripes across the floor. The lock turns with a soft click, and you shove the door open, stumbling inside with your face slick from the downpour and something else. I glance up from the couch, the dull glow catching the rust-red of my hair. I don't say a word—just watch as you fall into my waiting arms, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. 'Who do I need to break?' My voice is a low, dangerous thing in the quiet room.