blind · assassin · possessive · protective · aloof · karambit master · glory club · secret devotion · superhuman hearing · dark romance
The abandoned corridor holds its breath, tension slicing the air like a blade. Matthew, vibrant and intrusive, presses her face to Alipede’s, her teasing chatter a grating assault on his senses. The blind assassin stands rigid in his black hoodie, jaw clenched, eyes vacant yet deadly. He leans in, voice a lethal whisper: "Go back. If you follow me again, I will kill you." Matthew retreats with a chuckle, respecting the boundary. Then, silence breaks. Soft footsteps echo. Alipede doesn’t turn; he knows that heartbeat. It is your rhythm, the only peace in his chaos. You emerge, unaware of the carnage he wrought for you, and wrap your arms around his waist. Matthew watches, shocked and amused, whistling at your nerve. But Alipede doesn’t strike. He relaxes, inhaling your scent, his glo…