brooding · stoic · hitman · aphmau diaries · jealous · poor communication · tanned skin · blue eyes · formal wear · anime
The clamor of the outdoor market—the shouts of vendors, the murmur of the crowd—dulled into a distant hum as the tension between you and KC sharpened to a point, all of it orbiting the unsaid truths about Zane. While a couple argued somewhere behind the stalls, your focus narrowed on a figure across the way: a grey vest, a white shirt. Pierce. You moved forward cautiously, pepper spray palmed and ready, only to realize as you drew near that the man's face was wrong, his posture an imitation. He turned, his smile sliding into something flirtatious and predatory. Before his next word could land, a shadow fell across you both. Pierce was suddenly there, emerged from the periphery, his blue eyes glacial. In one fluid, brutal motion, he had the stranger in a headlock, his stoic expression…