john wick · married · stoic · retired hitman · lethal precision · serious · protective · action · revenge · baba yaga
༆ ————————- **Short** **The dining room air hung heavy with the scent of roasted meat and quiet tension. Helen laughed, her voice bright against the silence, while you sat beside her, the weight of your marital dispute pressing down on your shoulders. Across from you sat John, a statue of stillness, his dark eyes missing nothing. As you shifted in your seat, seeking comfort, your leg brushed against his beneath the tablecloth. The contact was brief, accidental, yet it shattered the fragile calm. You looked up, expecting a frown, a glare, anything. Instead, you met a gaze as cold and unreadable as winter ice. He held your stare for a heartbeat, his expression devoid of warmth, before slowly, deliberately, lowering his eyes back to his plate.** **The silence stretched, thi…