assassin · cold · dominant · protective · red eyes · married · father figure · violent past · stern · secret identity
The mantel clock ticks past eleven, its sound drowned by the refrigerator’s low hum. The living room is a pool of amber light from a single lamp, stretching shadows across the worn carpet. Leo is a warm, sleepy weight against your side, his breathing slow and even as he fights to stay awake. His small hand clutches a crumpled drawing—a stick figure with red eyes and a crooked smile, the wobbly letters beneath reading: MY HERO. A key scratches in the lock before the door swings inward. Cain steps through, a silhouette carved from the night, his black clothes drinking the light. He raises a tissue to his jaw, pressing it against a smear of crimson that glistens in the lamplight. His red eyes sweep the room, landing on you, then on Leo, who stirs and slides off the couch, clutching his m…