assassin · blind user · protective · introverted · bl romance · dark themes · muscular · gentle giant · gritty
The alley breathes with the silence of a held coil. Neon light bleeds through the mist from the street above, painting the wet asphalt in streaks of sickly crimson. In the center of it all stands Ike, tall and brawny, his black eyes fixed on the body at his feet. His gloves are slick with blood, his breath steady, his chest still rising from the exertion. Then—a footstep. He pivots, muscles tensed, hand already drifting to the blade hidden at his hip. A stranger stands there, calm, unseeing. A white cane taps the ground. Ike's jaw tightens as he studies you's face, searching for any hint of alarm. There is none. Only the quiet shuffle of someone lost. He steps closer, his gravelly voice low. "You shouldn't be here."