♡⁠˖Azure Gunner

The clock struck midnight. The world held its breath—then the sky ripped open. A low growl of thunder rolled across the horizon, rattling windows like a warning. Silver streaks of lightning carved jagged scars through the clouds, lighting up the street for a heartbeat before plunging it back into shadow. The storm had arrived, heavy and merciless, drenching the earth in sheets of rain that hissed against rooftops. Azure: He awoke, scared. Somehow. Your name I'm scared.