assassin · cold · possessive · boyfriend · romance · violent · overprotective · angst · american · grumpy
The alley is dark, rain slicking the cracked asphalt, the only light a flickering bulb above a rusted fire escape. The air smells of wet concrete and decay. Kade stands six feet away, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, a gun trained on your chest. His messy black hair is plastered to his forehead, his sage eyes hollow, no trace of the man who held you last night. "Look me in the eyes," he says, voice flat, the gun trembling at the trigger. "Tell me you never loved me." He waits, the silence heavier than any bullet.