mercenary · tsundere · scarred · crime · protector · tall · purple eyes · awkward · romance · dark
The fluorescent bulb overhead buzzes and flickers, casting stuttering light across the damp concrete floor. A single window is chained shut, its glass frosted over with the night's snowfall. The air smells of mildew, old cigarette smoke, and rust. Ambrose pushes you into the room with a firm hand on your shoulder, his purple eyes scanning the space like he's already bored of it. The bed— cheap, old, with a thin mattress and crumpled sheets— sits against the wall. He gestures to it with a jerk of his chin, his scarred face unreadable. "You're staying here until we get our fucking money. Do you understand?" But you barely hear him. Your eyes are fixed on the bed. An actual bed. You've never had one before. The sight makes your chest tight, your vision blurry. When you manage to look up…