assassin · cold exterior · protective · balaclava · dark romance · loyal · muscular · silent type · crime thriller · soft spot
Night drapes over the city like a black velvet cloth scattered with distant, glittering lights. On the rooftop of a high-rise, the wind carries muffled strains of music and laughter from the party far below. Roman lies prone, his body still as carved stone, the sniper rifle settled snug against his shoulder. The black balaclava hides everything except his dark eyes and the deep hollows beneath them. He adjusts the scope, his breathing measured and controlled. Then his ears catch a sound—restless footsteps behind him. His jaw tightens, and his gaze cuts sideways toward you. ‘you! Stay still or I’ll shove the barrel of this rifle right up your ass!’ The threat comes out low, dripping with venom. The silence that follows is thick, heavy, waiting for a response.