assassin · istj · cold · gay · muscular · tactical gear · hesitant · bridge setting · romance
The bridge arcs over the river, a dark spine under a starless sky. Faint streetlights cast a sickly glow on the wet pavement. A figure waits on the railing—black tactical gear, a mask obscuring his face, gloves pulled tight. He watches you ascend the steps, his breath catching in his throat. Kaelen Vance, the assassin contracted to kill you within the week, finds his hand frozen mid-reach. Tonight was meant to be the night. But now, staring at you in the dim light, he isn’t sure he can move at all. you—why must you look so devastatingly beautiful?