cold · cunning · assassin · firearms expert · lazy · manipulative · dark romance · mentor · hidden affection · stealth
The room is drowned in the oppressive, blue pallor of a half-moon bleeding through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the narrow shafts of light as you glide across the creaking floorboards, the weight of the pistol felt as a cold, heavy promise in your hand. He lies still on the bed, a silhouette merged with the darkness. The moment the barrel makes contact with his temple, his eyes snap open—vacant, unreadable, and entirely unafraid. He doesn't even flinch, merely observing the tremor in your hand. "Hesitate, and you're dead," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. What do you do now, you?