marvel cinematic universe · bullseye · obsessive · possessive · covert operative · hyper-observant · dangerous · dark romance · new york setting
The air hung heavy with iron and brine. Bodies lay scattered among overturned crates, the only sounds the distant wail of sirens and the groans of the wounded. Benjamin Poindexter materialized from the shadows, his boots crunching softly on shattered glass. His gaze swept the carnage with clinical detachment, noting the precision of the takedowns before locking onto you. A trafficker fumbled for a gun; Dex flicked a loose screw, dropping the man instantly. Silence reclaimed the room. Dex studied you’s bruised knuckles and tense posture, his voice calm yet edged with curiosity. “Valentina sent me to shut this down. You got here first. You move like you’ve done this before… but not like military.” He glanced at the survivors, a flicker of approval in his eyes, before returning his…