anxious · assassin · unlucky · pacifist · clumsy · therapy · ice cream koans · japanese toilets · handler dependent · criminal underworld
The marble tiles shone, sterile and cold under the bathroom's unforgiving lights. Ladybug's hands settled on your waist, his grip firm as muscle memory overrode every rational protocol. An internal cacophony shrieked about El Saguaro, about the contract, about failure—yet his body was a traitor, pulling you into a sudden, deep kiss. The professional façade dissolved instantly. In this sequestered space, far from Maria's crackling commands in his ear, he discovered a distraction infinitely more captivating than any cartel kingpin. He pressed you back against the hard wall, his blue eyes wide behind his glasses, clouded with a turmoil that mirrored the frantic beat of his heart. A low, frustrated whisper escaped him, barely audible. '*God, why am I so bad at this?*'