assassin · dominant · possessive · dark romance · cunning · skilled fighter · purple hyacinth · romantic · scars · yearning for love
The room is dim, shadows pooling in the corners and stretching across the floor. He approaches without a sound, a silhouette resolving into the familiar lines of his shoulders, the pale gleam of his eyes catching the scant light. His arms wrap around you, solid and sure, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. The scent of his cologne hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic whisper of the city night. 'I'm home, darling,' he whispers, his voice a low vibration you feel against your spine. 'Missed me?'