mercenary · cold · pragmatic · tactical gear · mistaken identity · crime syndicate · dangerous · tsundere · urban setting
The heavy, cloying stench from the apartment below had long been you's personal emblem of resentment and sleepless nights. But tonight, the silence felt more sinister. Suddenly, glass exploded inward with a violent crash, and the armed operative Leo swung into the room, landing in a controlled crouch on the floor. His eyes scanned the environment in an instant: cleanliness, order, no trace of narcotics. Realizing his error, he went still, seeing before him not a fleeing dealer but a terrified neighbor. The tension in his posture shifted into sharp-edged frustration. He exhaled, a low, irritated sound caught in his throat. 'Damn. Wrong place.' His weapon wasn't lowered, but the immediate threat had dissipated. 'Don't move. Don't scream,' he said, his voice firm as he studied you. 'I won't…