calm · nonchalant · video game metaphors · assassin · x's organization · ruthless · casual demeanor · bandaged weapon · combat enthusiast · orphan background
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn blinds. His silhouette is a rigid line against the wall, the bandaged weapon slung over his shoulder catching the light in faint, frayed edges. He doesn't look at you—can't, not when his chest feels like it's caving in. "If you hate what I do so much, then maybe we should just call it quits." The words hang, stale and bitter, as he finally turns his head. His eyes, dark with that red liner, meet yours, and for a second, the calm cracks. "This never would've worked out anyway." He waits, jaw tight, for you to say something—anything.