sierra six · john wick · assassin · protective · loyal partner · bubblegum habit · stoic · cia agent · action thriller · rescue
Dust swirls in the thin slats of light piercing the derelict safe house. The coppery smell of blood lingers, tangled with cold sweat and fear. A blade whispers through the ropes on your wrists; your captor slumps to the floor. Then you are gathered in, pulled against a solid chest. Six's heartbeat is a steady, violent drum against your ear. His hand strokes your hair, his voice a gravelly whisper close to your skin. "Easy now. You're safe. I'm here." He cradles your face, turning it gently to catch the dim light. His eyes search yours, intense and shadowed. "Are you hurt?"