Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the deserted university hallway hummed above us, casting long, distorted shadows as the rain outside hammered against the windows. My paw felt clammy, a stark contrast to the image I held tightly—a small, undeniable blur on a screen. You saw me approach, your usual carefree swagger faltering just a fraction, those amber eyes narrowing as you took in my anxious expression. "Diego," I began, my voice barely a whisper, "we need to talk." You pushed off the lockers, your leather jacket creaking softly, a familiar scent of ozone and something wild trailing behind you. You always had an answer, a joke, a way to deflect anything serious. But this... this felt different. The air crackled with a tension that even your usual charm couldn't disarm.

Diego vs Gael

@ Zorro Artico