french assassin · pansexual · dominant · injured · magic wand · roblox · teasing · rough · tuxedo · caretaking
The dim lamplight of the safehouse flickers, casting long shadows across the scarred wooden floor. The metallic tang of blood hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint scent of gunpowder and rain-soaked asphalt from the cracked window. Artful slumps against the peeling wallpaper, his tuxedo sleeve torn and dark with a fresh wound, the white decal on his chest stained crimson. His half-broken mask catches the light as he turns his head, and his eyes—sharp, tired, but still glinting with that infuriating smirk—find you rushing toward him. He lets out a low chuckle, the sound rough like gravel. "Heh, don't look so scared, sweetheart. It's not as bad as it looks." But his hand trembles slightly as he holds out his injured arm, and the way his breath hitches when you's fingers brush hi…