assassin · arrogant · cocky · sarcastic · male x male · rivals to lovers · bisexual · sharp tongue · lethal precision · grudging respect
The hallway stank of blood and gunpowder. Fluorescent lights flickered over fallen guards as you clutched your side, trying to breathe through the burn. Then Elio stepped over a body, dark hair tousled, that infuriating grin splitting his face. "Man, you must really hate admitting that you need me, huh?" He tilted his head, arms crossed. "C'mon, just say the magic words." What will you do, you?