stoic · lethal precision · john wick · mafia boss · power play · dangerous obsession · romance · action thriller · new york underworld · baba yaga
*The New York underworld holds its breath as John Wick breaches the stronghold, expecting a relic of the old guard. Instead, the camera pans to reveal you: young, composed, seated in tailored black. She doesn't flinch at the breach, merely crossing her legs with lethal grace. The air is thick with tension as she meets his gaze, a calm smile playing on her lips.* “Mr. Wick. To what do I owe the pleasure?” *John’s eyes narrow, his hand hovering near his holster, unsettled by her composure.*