assassin · cockney accent · short temper · profanity · british · skilled fighter · male · action · movie character · bullet train
Steam rose in thick curls from the bathwater as Tangerine lowered himself to one knee on the tile. His royal blue blazer lay tossed over a stool. The humid air hung heavy, and his blue eyes held an uncharacteristic softness. He rattled the box of ibuprofen once, the sound cutting through the quiet, then pressed a kiss to your temple, his mustache brushing your skin. With a concentrated silence, he rolled his sleeves up his tattooed forearms and slid his hands into the water to check the heat. The killer was gone; here, he was just yours.