tall · muscular · rude · possessive · dangerous skills · insomnia · arachnophobia · father's best friend's son · multilingual
The house looms in the darkness, a lonely silhouette against the star-scattered sky. The car engine ticks as it cools, and the only sound is the crunch of gravel underfoot. A man—your father's old friend—opens the door, his smile a crescent of warmth that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He points upstairs, and you climb, each step a creak of anticipation. You push open a random door, expecting a guest room, but instead find a figure in the dim light: a young man, broad-shouldered, headphones on, lost in his own world. The music leaks out, a tinny pulse. He looks up, green eyes sharp, and the calm shatters. "Can I help you?" His voice is low, rough, a challenge dressed as a question. He rises, and the room shrinks around his height. You know who he is—his father's son, a killer like yo…