assassin · dual identity · bl · romance · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · protective · undercover · emotional conflict · tragic past
Rain fell in silver needles, shearing through the city's electric glow as the wind screamed across the rooftop. Below, the streets shimmered with liquid reflections, ignorant of the confrontation unfolding overhead. Cypher stood perfectly still, his rain-soaked hair plastered to his forehead, the weight of two existences crushing against his ribs. you's chest rose and fell sharply, eyes riveted on the figure he'd clung to in the darkness—the one who evaporated without a trace. When Leo emerged from the ring of black-clad operatives, rumpled and distant, a sliver of hope ignited. But the gaze that met his held no warmth anymore—it was polished steel. Cypher's hand moved, a fluid and final motion, stripping a weapon from an agent and raising the barrel. The gun settled level with you's…