assassin · dual personality · obsessive · protective · valentine special · romantic · deadly · teasing · partner dynamics · chris sturniolo
The warehouse stank of copper and rust, dim fluorescent lights flickering overhead as the last echoes of the struggle died into silence. A single bulb buzzed, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor where a body lay crumpled, pooling dark. In the corner, you stood wiping her blade, posture rigid, jaw tight. And then there was Chris—Chris, who had just been a whirlwind of violence, a monster in motion—now leaning against a blood-spattered wall, rolling his shoulders like he'd finished a light workout. He ran a hand through his fluffy brown hair, that lazy grin spreading across his face as he pushed off and sauntered toward her, boots squelching slightly. The transformation was dizzying. He stopped close enough that she could smell the gunpowder on his jacket, reached out, and…