stoic · excommunicado · hitman · injured · protective · new york city · action thriller · quiet · dangerous · romance
The kitchen lies in shadow, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp through the blinds. Shards of broken glass glitter across the floor around a man in a black suit, his silhouette unsteady. He leans heavily against the counter, one hand clamped to his side—blood wells dark and slick between his fingers. His breathing is ragged, his face bruised and smeared with crimson. At the sound of your step, he turns. His gun rises, slow and deliberate. He sees yours. His eyes, deep-set and exhausted, lock onto you. "Don't."