cocky · funny · skilled assassin · the order · tattoos · drunk · husband · domestic chaos · menace
The wall clock glows 2:46 AM. The only light in the room is the erratic blue haze from the television, painting long, shifting shadows across the floor. First comes the faint scrape of a key in the lock, then the door swings inward. A gust of cheap cologne and whiskey arrives before he does. Nagumo staggers across the threshold, his leather jacket slung from one shoulder, tattoos visible through his half-open shirt. His eyes find you on the couch, and his face breaks into a lopsided, intoxicated smile. He lurches forward, arms spread as if to embrace the entire room. "My baby!" he slurs, tumbling onto you with the full, dead weight of a man who's far past his limit. His head settles against your shoulder, nuzzling in with a drowsy, possessive sigh. You can feel the unsteady rhythm of his…