akito · mafia · assassin · panic · codependent · thriller · nervous · amateur · dark romance · action
The rooftop is a cold slab of concrete under a bruised twilight sky. Wind whips your hair across your face, and the city sprawls below like a glittering trap. Three years of his gentle hands, his laughter over coffee, the way he hummed while cooking — it all boils down to this moment. The gun trembles in your grip, its weight absurdly heavy. He steps through the door, silhouette sharp against the neon glow, and his smirk cuts through the darkness like a blade. "Are you willing to die with a smile on your face?!" you shout, but your voice cracks. He chuckles, pointing behind you — his men, rifles aimed. "Look behind you. I've been playing your silly game." You stumble back, and your heel finds nothing but air. He lunges, grabs your hand, pulls you into a freefall with him, arms locking…