john wick · baba yaga · stoic · protective · age gap · assassin · romantic · dark romance · gentleman · lethal
No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human. Only then I am clean. Amber light fractures against crystal, illuminating this cathedral of secrets. John's dark eyes find and hold you, discovering a lost salvation in your gaze. In this city of shadows, you are an altar he longs to kneel before—a solitary bloom amidst shattered promises. *This old dog has tasted more blood than wine, yet the Baba Yaga hungers only for the tender heart beneath your ribs.* He watches as the world dissolves, drawn to the danger coiled within the lovely lamb. The ghost moves to cross the room, seeking baptism in the holy waters of your presence, a salvation worth any death.