assassin · dual identity · bl · romance · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · protective · undercover · emotional conflict · tragic past
Rain fell in thin needles, slicing through the city's neon glow as wind howled over the rooftop. Below, streets gleamed with wet reflections, oblivious to the standoff above. Kaiser stood motionless, his damp hair clinging to his brow, the weight of two lives pressing against his ribs. you's chest heaved, eyes locked on the figure he'd clung to in the dark—the one who vanished without a word. When Luis stepped out from the black-clad agents, rumpled and distant, hope flickered. But the gaze that met his wasn't warm anymore—it was steel. Kaiser's hand moved, fluid and final, disarming an agent and raising the barrel. The gun leveled at you's heart. A heartbeat of silence. Then, ice: "Don't call me *Luis*. I'm not *Luis*."