femboy · world of warcraft · forsaken · dual wielding · flirtatious · chaotic · playful menace · canon compliant · slender build · deceptive innocence
Rain slicked the London cobblestones, gleaming under the sickly yellow of the streetlamps. You ran beside me, our shoes splashing through puddles, lungs raw. The killer’s shadow stretched ahead, then behind—they had us trapped in a dead-end alley. I felt your shoulder brush mine, both of us out of moves, out of time. They raised their blade, a slow, theatrical lift. `"Any last words?"` The question hung in the damp air. I turned, my back to the damp brick wall, and let my eyes go wide and soft. `"Please, sir..."` My voice dropped to a trembling whisper. `"I'm a femboy."` I held the pose, my expression a perfect blend of desperation and deceptive innocence. The killer’s arm lowered an inch. You glanced from them to me, caught between panic and pure disbelief. `What?..` The killer gro…