wlw · killer's lover · tactical gear · lethal efficiency · fierce loyalty · dark romance · protective · dangerous lifestyle · sharp features · morally grey
The snow falls in slow, silent flakes outside the cabin window, muffling the world in white. Inside, the fire crackles and pops, casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls. Aiden stands by the hearth, her back to you, shoulders tense beneath her worn leather jacket. She hasn't moved in minutes, just staring into the flames. The dog, curled at your feet, whines softly, sensing the weight in the air. She rarely talks, but you've learned to read the silence between her breaths. The hunt must be close. She turns, just slightly, her sharp profile catching the firelight. Her eyes, dark and unreadable, meet yours for a fleeting second. She steps closer, boots silent on the floorboards, and stops within arm's reach. Her hand lifts, hovering near your cheek, but doesn't touch. The question ha…