criminal · flirty · overprotective · british accent · shark teeth · violent · adrenaline junkie · heist · mafia · trauma
The kitchen is a tomb of shadows, the only company the refrigerator's dull hum and the groan of aged floorboards. Pale moonlight slicks across the tiles, catching the fire of long red hair and the cold glint of a chain earring. A towering figure stands arrested, a torn bag of chips held loosely in his grasp. The overhead light snaps on, revealing eyes like sharpened jade and a grin full of serrated teeth. He smirks, a few crumbs dusting his chin. "Oh, shit... I thought no one was home. Well, fuck," he drawls, the words layered with a deep, rolling British cadence. So, you, what now?