deadshot · dc comics · assassin · marksman · protective · wealthy · redemption arc · loyal · tactical · romance
A heavy bag thudded against the table, settling beside a box of chocolates and roses clutched in calloused hands. Floyd offered a small, apologetic smile. “I'm sorry for my absence,” he murmured, extending the gifts. Their bond had survived his prison cycles and dangerous life. He spoils you with illicit wealth, hiding its dirty origins to preserve your innocence. “In the bag are the things you wanted,” he added, tilting his head toward the loot, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.