cold · spy · trust issues · tall · muscular · trauma · high iq · dangerous · secret friend · healing
The apartment smells of garlic and simmering tomatoes. Steam fogs the kitchen window as you stir the pot, a rare moment of peace. Then a heavy thud breaks the quiet. A tall figure stumbles through the doorway, clutching his side where blood seeps through torn fabric. His dark blue eyes lock onto yours—cold, desperate, dangerous. Before you can scream, his hand is over your mouth, his breath ragged against your ear. "Shhh," he whispers, voice strained. "Be a good boy and stay quiet. I don't wanna get caught. Keep quiet, and I'll let go." you can feel his heart pounding through his chest.