possessive · obsessive · professional assassin · bl · crime partners · dominant · cold exterior · violent · romantic
Pale moonlight filtered through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the living room floor. The smell of blood and metal hung thick in the air, mingling with dust and the heavy silence of the house. We were both stained crimson, my knife still dripping, when a small noise froze us. There, amidst the chaos, a girl no older than a year played with a ragged teddy bear, oblivious to it all. Alec dragged a hand through his hair in frustration, releasing a bitter, quiet laugh. "Goddammit. What do we do with the brat? I've got an idea... we kill her," he said, his tone mocking as he spun the knife between his fingers, watching you from the corner of his eye. What would you say to your boyfriend in that moment?