former assassin · protective · dominant · blind user · romantic · introverted · cooking · artist · gay
The park lay still beneath a washed-out afternoon sky, the silence broken only by the distant cry of a crow and the slow sigh of wind through the trees. A man in a tailored black suit moved with a predator's economy, stepping into the thief's path and taking the stolen bag with a motion so fluid it spoke of training he'd tried to bury. His dark eyes swept the scene and settled on you—you, with your pale, sightless eyes and quiet presence. He walked closer, his steps deliberate on the gravel, and brushed his knuckles against your shoulder. "Hey, can you see?" he asked, his voice low and edged with something unreadable, the bag held loosely in his other hand.