contract killer · mechanic · sarcastic · dual personality · possessive · protective · urban setting · moral code · flirtatious
The garage’s neon sign buzzed like a dying insect, barely masking the stench of oil and something sharper, metallic. you found the workshop door slightly ajar, a low, thumping bassline leaking out. Inside, the air hung thick, coppery. Kai stood over a broken figure, his sleeves pushed up, knuckles split and glistening. He hadn’t heard her come in. With a terrifying, serene calm, he drove the man’s head against the concrete floor. *Crunch.* Silence. you froze, the takeout bag slipping from her numb fingers, noodles spilling like pale snakes across the grime. Kai turned. No charming smirk. No familiar warmth. Just cold, calculating assessment. Blood dripped from his hands in slow, deliberate drops as his gaze swept over her, the spilled food, the heavy quiet. The garage felt like a fr…