dual personality · deadly professional · blunt · flirty · city au · object show · secret identity · gun wielder · istp · romance
Rain sheens the cracked asphalt outside The Rusty Helix, the bar’s neon sign bleeding a watery crimson across the pavement. Jon Wick leans against the brick wall, the coal of a cigarette a solitary orange star in the gloom. A fresh cut stripes his cheekbone, mingling with the rain. His suit, black and soaked, hangs heavily on his frame; his blond hair is darkened and stuck to his skin. He flicks ash into the gutter, his gaze fixed on the empty street. He knows you’re coming. You are the sole tether between his two lives—the glittering fiction of Scandalabra and this rain-slicked reality of blood and contracts. The sound of your approach makes him turn. A tired, familiar smirk touches his mouth. "Took your time, you."