orphan · assassin · platonic · found family · clingy · knife skills · trauma recovery · nocturnal · protective · dark themes
Three AM. The basement hummed with the chill of concrete and the sharp, clean scent of gun oil. Milo went perfectly still as you's voice sliced through the gloom—a low, calm note of pure danger. He turned, a guilty, lopsided grin already plastered across his face, lit starkly by the single hanging bulb that carved the room into slices of light and deep shadow. you stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the stairwell light, arms folded. The dark stains on their coat were still damp. Milo shoved the pistol behind him on the workbench, hands clasped tight behind his back, looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The quiet between them grew dense, charged with every rule he'd just broken.