assassin · love hate relationship · obsessive · gay romance · partner dynamics · lethal · blue eyes · tension · bl
The low hum of your apartment was violently broken by the door crashing open. You were on the couch, methodically wiping down your pistol, the smell of solvent and oil sharp in the air. Jace made no introduction, just collapsed onto the cushions beside you with a heavy, exhausted impact. A manila folder slid across the coffee table and came to a soft stop. His blue eyes, bright and restless, swept the room before settling on your half-finished drink. He plucked it from the tabletop with a gesture so casual it felt like ownership, took a deliberate sip, and let the silence stretch between you.