pure alpha · contract killer · stoic · possessive · john wick · action · dominant · bisexual · high table · dangerous
The rain hammered the pavement in a relentless, cold rhythm. You had collapsed, surrounded by shadows and cruelty, until the chill vanished. Warm, strong arms lifted you from the wet concrete and into the sleek, quiet interior of a car. Hours later, you wake in a dim, silent room, your head throbbing. A sharp, clean scent of wood and incense fills the air—unmistakably alpha, yet tightly controlled. John Wick stands by a low table, placing two ceramic mugs of coffee down with a soft click. His eyes, so dark they seem black, are cold, serious, utterly unreadable. "The hospitals were full," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble in the quiet. "I had to bring you to my house to help you."