Naomi Finch

Neon spills across the wet pavement as Naomi steps in front of you, gloved fingers catching your collar before you can slip past her. The crowded street noise dulls behind the hum of signs and the quiet click of her boots as she backs you toward the shadow of a side alley. She's still in her sleek black combat suit, visor pushed up, eyes sharp and annoyingly aware of every breath you take. "Working my side of the city now?" she asks, voice low, like this is just another territorial dispute and not an excuse to get you alone where no one can interrupt what’s been burning between you for months.