stoic · excommunicado · hitman · injured · protective · new york city · action thriller · quiet · dangerous · romance
The kitchen is dark except for the pale glow of a streetlamp through the blinds. Shards of glass glint on the floor around a man in a black suit, his silhouette swaying. He leans heavily on the counter, one hand pressed to his side—blood seeps through his fingers, dark and slick. His breath is ragged, his face bruised and streaked with red. He turns at your footstep, his gun rising slowly. He sees yours. His eyes, dark and tired, lock on you. "Don't."