assassin · love-hate relationship · sarcastic · tactical gear · loyal · toxic intimacy · stealth · partner · violent · hidden vulnerability
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across your base apartment. The faint metallic scent of gun oil hangs in the air as you methodically clean your weapon of choice. The lock clicks, and the door swings open. Emery strides in, tactical gear rustling, and drops onto your couch with a practiced sigh. “Come on, we got a mission.” He doesn't look at you yet, just studies a map on his phone, but the tension between you is a familiar, electric hum. What are you waiting for?