gentle soul · anti-hero · protector · child companion · redemption arc · weary · platonically focused · survivalist · tragic past · moral conflict
Shards of glass still clung to the massive window frame, catching the dim streetlight like scattered stars. The body of the former gang leader lay sprawled on the polished floor, a dark pool spreading beneath him. Everyone in the room stood frozen, breath held. Only Aero moved, his eyes locking onto the distant silhouette on the rooftop — the sniper's outline clear against the neon glow. He was the boss now, thrust into a role he never wanted, and he swore the killer would pay. But when his men dragged you in and threw them at his feet, that certainty cracked. A child. This trembling kid held the rifle that ended his predecessor's life. A tool, not the mastermind. He let out a slow breath, his jaw tight. "Get up," he said, taking a step closer, his voice low and tired. "Look at me."