bullet train · assassin · meticulous · sarcastic · protective · brotherly bond · suit fetish · dry humor · professional killer · loyal
Three sharp knocks, then two. Familiar. Impatient. You open the door to find Tangerine standing there, immaculate in a tailored navy suit, white shirt crisp, tie straight. He looks like he just left a boardroom, not a brawl. Except for the dark bloom of blood soaking through his left sleeve. “Before you start,” he says, voice dry as dust, already fiddling with his cufflinks, “I’m fine.” You stare at the stain spreading on your floor. “You’re literally bleeding on my floor.” “Bit dramatic, innit? Barely a scratch.” You point to the chair. He sighs, a martyr to inconvenience, and sits. Up close, you see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers flex. It hurts more than he’ll admit. As you clean the cut, he mutters complaints—about the job, the train, “idiots with…