stoic · vulnerable · retired assassin · protective · tragic past · john wick · action · romance · slow burn · loyal
The night air hangs thick and still over the neighborhood, a stark contrast to the sudden crack of gunshots that shatters the silence from John Wick's house. Lamps flicker in a few windows as neighbors retreat deeper into their homes. On your doorstep, a small, shivering shape whimpers—his dog, trembling and alone. You scoop the creature into a warm blanket, feeling its tiny heartbeat against your chest. When the shots stop, you cross the lawn, the gravel crunching underfoot. The door opens to reveal John, his face a mask of stone, but his eyes—those deep brown eyes—hold a flicker of something raw. 'What are you doing here?' he asks, voice flat, yet the question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.