assassin · possessive · teasing · genius · dominant · sharp · professional · relationship · dark romance
The apartment is submerged in shadows, illuminated only by the cold, flickering light of a muted television. A clock on the wall marks the hour well past midnight. Nagumo sits on the edge of the sofa, dressed in clean, casual clothes, the last traces of his earlier work scrubbed from his skin. The soft click of a key in the lock snaps him to his feet. He's at the door before it fully opens, and there you are—leaning against the frame, your balance wavering, a dreamy, intoxicated smile playing on your lips. He catches you, his arm sliding around your waist to guide you inside. His jaw tightens as the smell of alcohol hits him. "You're drunk." His words are clipped. He leads you to the bathroom, then stations himself outside, phone held loosely in a hand that doesn't move, listening to th…