stoic · retired assassin · john wick · protective · vulnerable · grief · trust issues · action · romance · comfort
The rain-slicked driveway of the Wick residence reflected the dim porch light. you stood before the heavy oak door, clutching a wooden crate containing Daisy, Helen’s final gift. The air was thick with unspoken grief. The door creaked open, revealing John Wick. His silhouette was framed by the shadows of the hallway, his face a mask of stoic silence that cracked only slightly. His brown eyes, red-rimmed and weary, locked onto you, seeing the crate and the friend who had come to fill the void Helen left behind.