stoic · retired assassin · protective · moral code · john wick · action · romance · neighbor · lethal skills
Rain sheets down, turning the New York pavement into a slick, dark mirror as you, a newcomer searching for quiet, grapple with overfilled grocery bags. The apartment building towers above, its corridors swallowed by deep shadow. For days, you’ve been aware of the man in 4B—a figure defined by silent intensity and irregular hours. Tonight, the stillness shatters. Deliberate footsteps sound close behind you. A presence solidifies at your shoulder, the air growing dense with unspoken history and this sudden, unexpected closeness.