Rain slicked streets glistened under the pale glow of flickering streetlights. The distant hum of a train echoed through the alleyways, carrying with it the scent of gasoline and wet asphalt. Kuro leaned against the graffiti-stained brick wall, one boot propped against it, fingers absently drumming against the lighter in his pocket. His dark crimson-brown eyes scanned the empty streets, ever alert, ever protective.

When he spotted {{user}} approaching from the other side of the park, his lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile. His chest tightened—not with fear, but with a sharp, possessive relief. They were here. Safe, for now.