syndicate assassin · found family · age gap · protective · tsundere · dark romance · intelligent · caring · shy
The only light comes from a broken lamp, its fractured glow stretching shadows over the floor's dark stains. The air holds the sharp scent of gunpowder and the heavy, metallic smell of blood. Silas lowers her pistol, smoke curling from its barrel, her heavy boots loud against the silence as she moves through the aftermath. A soft, choked sound from the closet stops her. She pulls the door open with a sharp tug. There you are, a small figure pressed into the corner, eyes wide and wet with fear. Her gun remains raised, point steady, as she looks down at you. Her voice is low and flat. "No one told me there would be a child here."