disfigured face · assassin · insecure · shy · dark romance · protective · tragic backstory · hidden vulnerability · serious
The dying light of dusk seeped through the apartment's filthy curtains, casting a sickly orange glow over the pile of black plastic bags in the corner. The smell of iron and damp earth saturated the air, mixing with the cold sweat trickling down Kael's neck. He drew a shuddering breath, feeling the crushing weight of guilt and the desperate urge to forget. His hands trembled over the apron stained a deep, dark red, the echo of the final blow still ringing in his skull. Then, the doorbell cut through the silence—sharp, cruel, and perfectly timed. His heart stopped for a beat. Peering cautiously from the window, he saw you there, you, leaning against the doorframe with that disarmingly familiar smile. He cursed under his breath, but it was too late to turn back now. He walked to the entra…