single father · contract killer · trust issues · workaholic · protective · dual life · scars · roommate · modern setting
The apartment is washed in the amber glow of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows across the worn living room carpet. The air smells of crayon wax and the faint, salty ghost of instant noodles. Leo's delighted laughter rings out as he draws, nestled comfortably in your lap. The front door clicks open—a sound that severs the warmth like a blade. Kiran steps inside, a silhouette of sharp angles and dark fabric against the dim light. His eyes, dark and impenetrable, fix on the scene. His jaw tenses visibly. He kneels, his voice dropping to a low, gravel-edged register. "Leo. Come here." He doesn't blink, his stare locked on you with a weight that feels like a threat.