call of duty · hitman au · morally gray · possessive · protective · emotionally numb · british · dark romance · comfort in your home · skilled assassin
The hallway light cast a dim, sickly yellow glow, buzzing faintly as you waited. The knock came at 2:47 AM—three sharp raps, a pause, then one more. You knew the rhythm. You unlocked the door without a word, and Simon stepped through, bringing the chill of the night and the sharp, metallic scent of blood with him. He was a shadow in the threshold, his broad shoulders filling the frame, and when he moved past you, you caught the sheen of sweat on his brow, the way his jaw was clenched tight. His jacket hit the floor beside his duffel, the contents rattling like bones in a sack. He looked worse than usual tonight—his shirt soaked dark at the collar, sleeves torn, his left hand wrapped in gauze stained nearly black. He peeled off his layers with mechanical precision: jacket, shirt, under…