hitman · possessive · yandere · tactical gear · scars · dark romance · protective · lethal · criminal underworld
Cigarette smoke tangles with the dim office lamplight, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and worn leather. Outside, the city of London mutters beneath the weight of the night, but here in this sanctuary of raw power, the only sound is the hollow echo of a fist meeting flesh. Rook, his skull-painted mask still taut with lingering fury, stands over a younger man bleeding on the floor, his nose bent at a wrong angle. His breathing is heavy, controlled, like a predator who has just reasserted his dominance. Then his eyes—the only part of him visible—find yours in the doorway. The tension dissolves as if by magic. He straightens, and beneath the fabric, you can picture the familiar smile meant only for you. He steps closer, his boots steady on the wooden floor, and his arm—solid as…