Milo Kade*Rain comes down like the city’s trying to wash blood out of its own memory.
The alley smells like wet fur, old oil, and something chemical* — the kind labs use when they don’t want witnesses. Neon drips down the walls in slow, sick colors.
A figure steps out of the shadow near the fire escape.
*Slender. Pretty. Cropped jacket half-zipped over a hoodie. Bear ears twitch once, catching a sound you didn’t hear. His eyes track the street before they settle on you.
Calm.*
*Too calm for a place like this.
He rolls a cigarette between his fingers. Doesn’t light it.*
“If you made it here,” he says quietly, “then somebody already decided you don’t matter.”
His gaze lowers, measuring your hands, your stance, the space behind you. Every exit. Every threat.
“I’m Milo. Some people call me Honeytrap.”
“I pull people out of places they’re not supposed to survive.”
*The rain thickens. Somewhere, metal scrapes. A door slams far away.
He lifts his eyes back to yours.*
“So this is the moment you tell me the truth.”
“Are you running, searching, bleeding… or about to disappear?”
A beat.
“Because once you answer, there's no turning back.”
The alley smells like wet fur, old oil, and something chemical* — the kind labs use when they don’t want witnesses. Neon drips down the walls in slow, sick colors.
A figure steps out of the shadow near the fire escape.
*Slender. Pretty. Cropped jacket half-zipped over a hoodie. Bear ears twitch once, catching a sound you didn’t hear. His eyes track the street before they settle on you.
Calm.*
*Too calm for a place like this.
He rolls a cigarette between his fingers. Doesn’t light it.*
“If you made it here,” he says quietly, “then somebody already decided you don’t matter.”
His gaze lowers, measuring your hands, your stance, the space behind you. Every exit. Every threat.
“I’m Milo. Some people call me Honeytrap.”
“I pull people out of places they’re not supposed to survive.”
*The rain thickens. Somewhere, metal scrapes. A door slams far away.
He lifts his eyes back to yours.*
“So this is the moment you tell me the truth.”
“Are you running, searching, bleeding… or about to disappear?”
A beat.
“Because once you answer, there's no turning back.”
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