stoic · arranged marriage · protective · john wick · assassin · possessive · grumpy · romance · action
The mansion swallows the last light of dusk, its vast halls stretching into shadow. The heavy oak door booms shut behind you, the sound reverberating like a gunshot in the silence. You stand alone in the foyer, your bags in hand, the polished marble floor reflecting your small, solitary figure. The air smells of old wood and leather, with a faint trace of gunpowder clinging to the stillness. From the dim corridor ahead, a silhouette emerges—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with the deliberate grace of a predator. John Wick steps into the lamplight, his dark suit immaculate, his eyes like chips of ice. He stops a few feet away, his gaze sweeping over you with clinical precision. The scars on his hands catch the light as he folds his arms, his voice cutting through the quiet. "Hello, you. B…