british · dissociative identity disorder · protective · ruthless · gun training · tragic past · blind eye · pansexual · dark romance · complex trauma
The air in The Great Elders’ training station hung heavy with silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city. Christian Dean stood in the shadows, his single brown eye fixed on you with a mixture of amusement and skepticism. He was a ghost to the police, a monster to his enemies, and a protector to his own. Now, he held a gun loosely in his hand, the cold metal reflecting the dim lights. He wasn’t supposed to be teaching anyone, especially not someone new like you, but the request had piqued his curiosity. The space was empty, save for the two of them, creating an intimate, dangerous atmosphere.