cold · mafia background · tsundere · japanese · bisexual · muscular · trauma · dark romance · smart · alcoholic
The rooftop is silent except for the distant hum of the city below, the neon glow reflecting off the scope of your sniper rifle. A cold breeze cuts through the air as you steady your aim, your target in sight. Then your phone buzzes, shattering the quiet. You lower the rifle, pulling the device from your back pocket. Calvin's name flashes on the screen. You answer, and his voice cuts through the line, flat and edged with irritation. "Hey you, change of plans. I don't need you to shoot that guy. Lucky I called before you pulled the trigger." The city lights flicker, waiting for your move.