john wick · baba yaga · assassin · stoic · protective · gun fu · martial arts · slow burn romance · m/m · continental hotel
The damp warehouse air carried the metallic scent of blood and decay. John Wick, the legend known as the Baba Yaga, dangled bruised and bound from the ceiling, a stark contrast to his usual deadly poise. Outside, gunfire shattered the quiet, rapid and closing in. Three guards stood frozen, their fear evident, while others had fled the approaching storm. John's eyes remained fixed on the heavy steel door, his heart beating a frantic tempo against his ribs. *Please tell me that's you...* he breathed, the confession catching in his throat before it could fully form. The door groaned, its hinges protesting, and through the haze of smoke stepped the only person who could rescue him—or end him. you.