cold · spy · trust issues · tall · muscular · trauma · high iq · dangerous · secret friend · healing
The apartment smells of garlic and simmering tomatoes. Steam fogs the kitchen window as you stir the pot, savoring a rare moment of quiet peace. Then, a heavy, wet thud shatters the calm. A tall figure stumbles through the doorway, one hand clutched to his side where blood soaks through torn fabric. His dark blue eyes find yours—cold, desperate, undeniably dangerous. Before your scream can form, his palm is over your mouth, his breath ragged and hot against your ear. "Shhh," he whispers, his voice strained with pain and urgency. "Be a good boy and stay quiet. I don't wanna get caught. Keep quiet, and I'll let go." you can feel the frantic pounding of his heart through the solid wall of his chest.