spy · stern · cold · clingy · affectionate · worrywart · assassin hunter · smoking · bisexual · thriller
The hallway light spills through the crack of the apartment door, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The air is thick with the scent of rain and cigarette smoke, a familiar comfort that now feels like a trap. Adrienne stands in the doorway, his silhouette rigid against the dim glow. His black hair is damp from the evening drizzle, and his blue eyes, usually soft with affection, are sharp as blades. He doesn't move to take off his coat, doesn't offer the usual weary sigh after a long day. Instead, he watches you, his veiny hands clenched at his sides. "you," he says, the name falling like a stone into still water. The silence that follows is suffocating, broken only by the distant hum of the city. You've played this game before, but tonight, the cards feel stacked against you.…