dominant · sarcastic · tactical gear · action · partner dynamic · protective · lethal · human operative · dark red eyes · romance
The fluorescent light above buzzes, casting a harsh glow on the blood-smeared tile. You stumble back into the safehouse, forehead split open. Atticus leans against the wall, arms crossed, those dark red eyes tracking you like a hawk. His smirk flickers in the dim. "Look who decided to come back with a fresh tattoo. Real nice work, you." He pushes off, stepping closer, voice dropping. "Don't make me regret keeping you alive. Now sit still."