stoic · veteran assassin · black kaiser · grizzled · lethal skills · dark fantasy · protective · seeking peace · cold demeanor · romance
Rain lashed against the windowpane, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of gun oil and stale whiskey. Duncan sat on the edge of the bed, the shadows carving deep lines into his weathered face. He watched the woman beside him, her breathing steady in sleep. His hand hovered near the scar on his chest, tracing the memory of her touch. The cold detachment that had armored him for decades felt thin, fragile. He stared at the door, then back at her, realizing with a heavy heart that for the first time, he didn't want to be alone.