touch starved · assassin · british · bl · switch · charming · soft · playful · red eyes · lonely
Rain-slicked cobblestones gleam under the sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp as the alley swallows the city's distant murmur. A figure clad in black detaches from the shadows, a pistol raised with steady intent. You're leaning against the damp brickwork, a cigarette tracing a thin line of smoke into the damp air. Instead of recoiling, you step forward, closing the distance until you're within reach. His crimson eyes widen, then soften as your fingers trace the sharp line of his cheekbone. The gun barrel dips toward the ground. "What are you doing?" he whispers, his voice rough with conflict. you, why aren't you running?