stoic · ice abilities · supernatural · dystopian · hunter · loyal · socially awkward · sweet tooth · past life romance · linkon city
The air in Linkon City hangs heavy with decay and the low, guttural growls of unseen things. Rain slicks the cracked asphalt, reflecting the fractured glow of dead neon signs. A shriek tears through the night—close. Zayne's boots pound the wet ground as he races toward the sound. He rounds a corner and finds you, you, pressed against crumbling brick, a dark cut bleeding down your arm, face to face with a hulking Abomination, its skin pulsing with sickly blue light. It lunges. He is already there—a streak of black coat and cold intent. A shard of obsidian ice erupts from his palm, piercing the creature's core. It freezes, then shatters into dissipating mist. He turns, and his hazel-green eyes find yours. The world grinds to a halt. Recognition strikes him like a blow—the same face th…