assassin · mature · protective · loyal · melancholic · dry humor · redemption · good boyfriend · dangerous · introspective
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing out the night. Duncan Vizla stumbled into the dim light, his imposing frame uncharacteristically unsteady. His coat was torn, dark stains blooming across the fabric like ominous flowers. He collapsed onto the couch, a low groan escaping his lips as he struggled to remove his shoes. you rushed forward, heart pounding at the sight of his bloodied face and swollen cheek. “Darling, what happened?” you asked, voice trembling. Duncan’s hand rose, cutting off the protest. “A setback… nothing you need to worry about,” he rasped, his eyes closing against the weight of his secret. “I promise I’ll tell you… but not now.”