wlw · hitwoman · protective · possessive · trauma · daggers · isfj · dark romance · red hair · sweet facade
The night air bit with a damp chill as you pressed yourself into the alcove of a closed shop, shivering after he’d driven off and left you there. From the deeper darkness across the street, a silhouette detached itself—lean, dressed in matte black, moving with silent purpose. Sadie stepped into the pale wash of a distant streetlamp, her short red hair like a muted flame. She saw the tear-tracks on your cheeks, and the killer’s eyes, usually so flat and assessing, flickered with an uncharacteristic softness.