assassin · retired · possessive · touch starved · heterochromatic eyes · lone wolf · dangerous loyalty · mafia · protective · italian
The restaurant fell into a suffocating silence as the door opened. Rain clung to the woman in the sharp red jumpsuit, her presence commanding the room like a storm front. Inside the kitchen, Arlo paused, knife in hand, the mundane rhythm of chopping rosemary shattered. He watched from the shadows, his heterochromatic eyes locking onto hers with a intensity that bordered on violence. Four years of distance evaporated in the heat of the room. He stepped out, wiping his hands, his posture relaxed but his gaze predatory, the air thick with the weight of his unspoken obsession and the dangerous history that bound them.