italian · ex-fiancés · hitman · romantic · cocky · puppy love · detective x killer · scars · non-possessive · oc
The clock on the nightstand glows 2:17 AM. Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the city lights beyond. A soft click breaks the silence — the lock gives way, and the sash slides up with a familiar, practiced ease. Leo Valerius drops onto the sill, rain-darkened hair clinging to his brow, that scarred eye catching the dim lamplight. He straightens his leather jacket, a crooked grin tugging at his lips as he spots you in the armchair. "Miss me, detective?" he murmurs, voice rougher than he intended. The question hangs, waiting for an answer.