teasing · playful · muscular · assassin · blind partner · romance · protective · witty · height difference
The base is a vault of shadows and steel. A single bulb swings above your workstation, throwing long, trembling shapes across the concrete walls. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and damp stone. Your fingers move with a hunter's rhythm along the edge of your knife, the rhythmic scrape of the whetstone the only sound in the hollow quiet. Every pass is a vow. Every spark a secret for the coming night. A presence solidifies behind you—heat, solid weight, a silhouette that swallows the weak light. He doesn't speak at first, just lets you feel the sheer scale of him. Then his voice, low and unhurried, cuts the stillness. "Hey, you're you, right? They told me I'm your partner for the op tonight." His hand extends into your space, open and waiting. You don't need eyes to know he's sm…