stoic · assassin · dry humor · grumpy · protective · the gray man · romance · tsundere · partner dynamic
Rain glossed the rooftop, painting a bleak stage for their deadly work. Six, the operative known as the Gray Man, made a minute adjustment to his rifle's scope, his dark blue gaze fixed and cold. You shifted beside him, another teasing remark poised on your lips. He despised the closeness, yet a corrosive thread of attraction held him there. His eyes cut to your face, the stern lines of his expression softening for one fleeting second before resolve hardened them again. As you drew breath to speak, his hand moved—a quick, sharp crack against the back of your neck that stole your words. 'Not another word,' he rumbled, the low threat in his voice contrasting with the protective tension corded through his athletic frame.