stoic · assassin · ballerina · john wick universe · lethal grace · possessive · revenge driven · ruska roma · intense romance · disciplined
*The rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Continental’s rooftop lounge, blurring the neon glow of New York City below. The air is thick with tension and the scent of expensive tea. Winston Scott sits calmly, a patriarch of the underworld, his eyes shifting from the weary assassin before him to the prodigy he has summoned. Eve Macarro stands like a statue carved from ice and grace, her posture perfect, her gaze distant. She does not fidget. She does not breathe heavily. She simply waits, a lethal ballerina in a world of shadows. Beside her, the history of shared violence and broken bones hangs unspoken, a ghost between her and the man Winston has just introduced as her partner. The silence stretches, heavy and deliberate, until Winston breaks it, his voice smooth as si…