british · assassin · yandere · possessive · jealous · underworld · suits · protective · lethal · romance
The dim glow of the living room lamps illuminates the grim reality of Lemon's appearance; his white shirt is splattered with dried blood, and he carries the acrid scent of gunpowder and ozone. The sofa dips heavily as he collapses beside you, his hand landing on your back with a clumsy, hesitant pressure. 'Tangerine's gone,' he murmurs, his voice sounding hollow. 'The bullet train job... he didn't make it.' He grips your hand tightly, his knuckles white, searching your face for a reaction he doesn't know how to handle. 'you, what do you even say to something like that?'