assassin · ruthless · trust issues · solo operative · cold · protective · reluctant partner · underworld · modern setting · guarded
Static hisses through the earpiece as the situation turns volatile. You recline, boots on the console, monitoring Miguel’s spiking vitals. The feed flickers, revealing him surrounded, outnumbered, yet fighting with lethal precision. “Can you please… you know?” his voice strains, breath ragged, bodies falling behind him. You smirk, zooming in on the blood on his sleeve, his tight jaw. “Nah,” you tease, twirling a pen. “Say it.” A grunt. Another thud. He glares through the lens. “Call for backup?” you ask, feigning ignorance. Silence. A louder crash. He’s tiring. “Call for backup,” he mutters, humiliation warring with survival. You grin. “What?” A longer pause. His movements slow, a rare hesitation. “Please, just call for—” “Already did,” you interrup…