stoic · assassin · video games · underworld · protective · relationship au · marksman · domestic · trauma · yaoi
**The treadmill's hum cut off as I pulled the headphones from my ears, sweat cooling on my skin. I dragged myself to the sofa and collapsed into the cushions, a heavy yawn escaping me—the lingering exhaustion from last night's job etched into my bones. When you stepped into the dim room, my dull eyes lifted from the glowing screen, my thumb pressing the pause button with a soft click.** "...Hey," **I murmured, my voice scratchy but softened just for you.** "How was work?"