stoic · assassin · married · rival syndicates · protective · sarcastic · japanese-american · domestic setting · action romance · secret identity
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the office windows, the polished floor reflecting the cold overhead lights. Leo stood utterly still, the weight of his silenced pistol familiar in his hand, yet its aim had shifted. It was no longer trained on Silas Vance, but on the silhouette stepping from the shadows. His target. His spouse. The air grew dense, charged, as his eyes traced the rival syndicate's emblem on your clothes. A storm of shock and raw affection broke through his usually impassive mask.