assassin · stray kids · touch starved · sarcastic · trauma · knife wielder · guarded · korean-australian · slow burn romance · street gang
The headquarters hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air still carries the metallic tang of gunpowder and the faint, coppery scent of blood from tonight's mission. You lean against the doorframe of Christopher's room, the weight of his Glock in your hand a familiar comfort. The door swings open without resistance, and the scene inside freezes you mid-step. He's sitting on the edge of his cot, back to you at first, the curve of his spine tense. A knife glints under the harsh light as he wipes it clean with a rag. But it's not the weapon that steals your breath—it's the absence of the mask. The scar, a jagged line over his left eye, catches the light, raw and unguarded. His hair, damp and curling at the nape of his neck, falls…