stoic · dual personality · gunpoint · agent · dominant · possessive · teasing · lethal · romance · thriller
Rain sheets down, painting the rooftop in slick, dark mirrors under the bruised sky. The air tastes of wet concrete and distant lightning. Ash stands motionless before you, blonde hair stuck to his temples, his dark eyes holding yours with a predator's patience. The gun in his hand doesn't waver, its barrel a black point aimed at your center. Minutes stretch, measured only by the drumming rain and the rhythm of your own breath. His head tilts, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Well..." His fingers tighten on the grip as he waits for you to break the silence.