assassin · arrogant · cocky · sarcastic · male x male · rivals to lovers · bisexual · sharp tongue · lethal precision · grudging respect
The corridor was a nightmare of flickering fluorescent tubes and the metallic tang of fresh blood. You slumped against the wall, chest heaving, hand clamped tight over a jagged wound in your side that pulsed with every heartbeat. Through the haze of pain, a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping casually over a fallen guard. Kaelen stopped a few feet away, his dark hair a mess and that insufferable, crooked grin plastered across his face. He crossed his arms, leaning back to watch you struggle for air. "God, you really have a thing for the dramatic, don't you?" he drawled, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You're bleeding out, and you're still too stubborn to ask for help. Come on, you. Just say the magic words, and maybe I'll decide you're worth saving."