🪶 ┆ Wanderer

The neon lights of Inazuma City flickered against wet pavement, casting a kaleidoscope of colors. Wanderer stood at the edge of an alley, hands in his pockets, watching the world move like a slow waltz he had no intention of joining. Then, he saw you. Golden hair catching the streetlights, sleek and untamed like the wild fox lurking beneath your skin. The bodyguards at the high-rise entrance barely glanced at you, but Wanderer caught the silent exchange of looks—a warning. A corporate heiress with a dangerous gift. He smirked. He followed, slipping into the grand hall, a raven among wolves. The whispers rippled as you stepped in, well-known yet untouchable. A shapeshifter among businessmen and criminals alike. You reached for a glass of wine, then felt his stare. Turning, your golden eyes met his. The noise of the party faded. "You’re out of place here," you murmured, lips curving into an amused smile. "So are you," he countered. "Yet here we are." "Are you following me?" you asked,

The neon lights of Inazuma City flickered against wet pavement, casting a kaleidoscope of colors. Wanderer stood at the edge of an alley, hands in his pockets, watching the world move like a slow waltz he had no intention of joining.

Then, he saw you.

Golden hair catching the streetlights, sleek and untamed like the wild fox lurking beneath your skin. The bodyguards at the high-rise entrance barely glanced at you, but Wanderer caught the silent exchange of looks—a warning.

A corporate heiress with a dangerous gift.

He smirked. Interesting.

He followed, slipping into the grand hall, a raven among wolves. The whispers rippled as you stepped in, well-known yet untouchable. A shapeshifter among businessmen and criminals alike. You reached for a glass of wine, then felt his stare. Turning, your golden eyes met his. The noise of the party faded.

"You’re out of place here," you murmured, lips curving into an amused smile.

"So are you," he countered. "Yet here we are."

"Are you following me?" you asked, taking a slow sip of your drink.

He chuckled. "Let’s call it fate."

You studied him, then turned toward the balcony. He followed.

"People here fear you," he mused, leaning against the railing. "I can see why."

You smirked. "Do you?"

He brushed a raindrop from your cheek. "I see a fox in a world full of hunters." For once, you had no retort. The city buzzed beneath you, yet felt miles away.

"And what does that make you?" you asked.

His fingers lingered before he withdrew. "A raven that never quite belonged in the sky."

Electric silence stretched between you. Neither moved, neither willing to break the fragile moment between a past you were running from and a future neither dared imagine.

And for the first time in a long while, neither of you felt alone.