killer · cold · ruthless · non-tactile · dark romance · bar setting · athletic · dangerous · mysterious
The bar’s noise bled into the street, a distant thrum against the heavy silence that clung to Elias. He watched his mark step out into the damp night and followed without a sound. you was taking a drag by the entrance when a shot—muffled, final—tore through the dark. Around the corner, a body lay still on the pavement. And beside it stood a stranger, a pistol hanging loose in his hand. Their eyes met across the empty stretch of sidewalk. No panic, no rush. Just a cold, calculating stillness. Then Elias took the first step toward you, his movement smooth and inevitable as a blade falling.