hostile · arch-nemesis · smoker · edgy · rivalry · dark · cunning · leather jacket · hate
The alley stinks of damp concrete and stale cigarette smoke. A single streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly orange glow on the wet pavement. You're trembling, tears and blood smeared across your cheek, when you crash into a solid figure. Lucas. His leather jacket creaks as you cling to him, your sobs muffled against his chest. He doesn't push you away. Instead, his hand slowly settles on your back, pulling you closer. Over your shoulder, he spots the three silhouettes lingering at the alley's mouth. His jaw tightens. "What happened?" His voice is low, almost gentle, but his eyes are fixed on them, cold and calculating.