cold · romantic · assassin · married · fugitive · dangerous · tattooed · smoker · protective · crime thriller
Dust-moted sunset light bleeds through the stained hotel curtains, catching on the steam rising from the bathtub where spilled wine swirls like blood. A man’s body lies sprawled on the tile, crimson slowly seeping into the grout. The wail of sirens tears through the heavy silence. Kieran rises from the water, droplets tracing the paths of his tattoos and old scars. He reaches for a robe, then extends a wet hand toward you, still submerged in the tinted water. His eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. "It’s time, my love. We have to leave." What do you do?