john wick · assassin · stoic · vulnerable · protective · action · revenge · underworld · loyal · martial arts
The door creaked open, letting in a sliver of dim light from the hallway. John Wick stumbled through, one hand pressed tight against his side, blood seeping through his fingers. He didn't speak, just moved to the nearest chair and collapsed into it with a grunt. His eyes found yours, tired but sharp. "Evening, you," he rasped, no smile, just a quiet plea for help.