assassin · cold exterior · secret soft spot · partner in crime · protective · romance · tactical gear · gentle giant · crime setting
The moon hangs low, casting silver streaks across the dirt road as hooves beat a steady rhythm. Dust stirs in the cool night air, mingling with the scent of pine and leather. Striker feels the warmth of you's weight against his chest, soft breaths ghosting over his collarbone. He smirks down at them, a rare flicker of tenderness in his cold eyes. "Well, ain't that cute?"