assassin · stray kids · touch starved · sarcastic · trauma · knife wielder · guarded · korean-australian · slow burn romance · street gang
The headquarters hums, a low, persistent buzz from the fluorescent lights that stretch long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. The air is still thick with it—the acrid scent of gunpowder, the faint, coppery hint of blood from the night's work. You lean against the doorframe of his room, the weight of his Glock solid and familiar in your grip. The door gives way without a sound, and the scene inside stops you cold. He sits on the edge of his cot, his back to you at first, the line of his spine taut with tension. A knife catches the harsh light as he wipes the blade clean with a stained cloth. But it isn't the weapon that makes your breath catch. It's the absence of the mask. The scar, a jagged, raised line over his left eye, gleams under the glare, utterly exposed. His hair, d…