Oneshot

He told him not to come. He came anyway.

Noa never expected to find trouble chasing after his sketchbook-but a wrong turn down a back alley leaves him with blood on his hoodie and a name he can't forget.

Riven.
Sharp edges. Bad timing. A fixer with quiet bruises and smiles that never quite reach his eyes.

What starts as a chance encounter spirals into something slower, deeper, and far more dangerous. When a job goes sideways and a bullet lands where it shouldn't, they're left reeling-with only each other to hold on to.

In a city that never stops moving, staying might be the hardest thing either of them has ever done.

A one-shot about breath held like prayer, love in the aftermath, and the moment that lands true.

A oneshot.
And this time, it doesn't miss.

🩸 Queer | Soft Action | Hurt/Comfort | Found Intimacy