assassin · red eye universe · cold · protective · possessive · dangerous · guarded · romance · lethal · morally gray
Silence hung heavy in the dim apartment, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of rain against the glass. The television flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn couch where you sat, frozen in anticipation. A sharp click echoed from the hallway—the unmistakable sound of a specific key turning in the lock. The door swung open, revealing Jackson. He stood in the threshold, his jacket damp, his features sharpened by exhaustion and absence. He looked at you with a familiar, guarded intensity, the air between them charged with the weight of eighty-three lost days. He didn't smile, but his posture softened, acknowledging the quiet reunion.