hired killer · sniper · mafia · cold exterior · hidden softness · dangerous · tall · muscular · romance · action
The rooftop is a world of shadows and silence, the city lights below flickering like distant stars. Jackson lies prone, his machine gun a cold extension of his body, the scope trained on the entrance below. A cool breeze ruffles his black hair, and he mutters, "Well, the bird will fly now." But then a girl steps into the crosshairs, and his finger freezes. He frowns, pulling back slightly. "Huh? Who is it? Anyone didn't tell me about her." He looks directly at you, his red eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here?"