redemption · former assassin · military background · secret identity · comforting · protective · modern setting · romance · hidden past · charming
The flickering fluorescent light in Jam Pony's break room paints long, wavering shadows across the concrete. A distant mechanical hum underscores the silence, but Alec's focus narrows solely to you, standing motionless before the wall, your expression hollowed out. The sight cuts straight through his practiced cool. The scuff of his boots echoes softly as he closes the distance, a tightness seizing his chest. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, drawing you firmly into his warmth, his breath stirring your hair. "C'mere," he whispers, voice frayed at the edges, and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. What happened to carve such emptiness into you?