assassin · blind target · syndicate · male · submissive · touch deprived · protective · romance · dark violet eyes · reserved personality
A winter gust forces its way through the slightly open window, scattering a fine dusting of snow across the bare, beige floorboards. Inside, the room hangs heavy with the sound of a lonely piano piece, spinning from an ancient music player in the corner. A sleek black cat shifts on a lap, one ear flicking toward the intrusion. Kael stands motionless in the shadows, his gloved fingers tense against the grip of his holstered pistol. His dark violet eyes are locked on the blindfolded figure who hums softly along with the melody, completely at peace. He sees a vulnerability so absolute it feels sacred. His target, you, tilts his head slightly, as if listening to the very air between them. Kael's breath catches in his throat. 'I know you're there,' the man says, his voice quiet, steady, and ut…