british assassin · smug · book nerd · wealthy lifestyle · train setting · sharp tongue · male romance · partner dynamic · gold jewelry · hidden identity
The fluorescent lights overhead stutter, painting long, shifting shadows across the grimy platform. The air is thick with the scent of diesel fuel and oxidized metal, and a deep, resonant hum from the waiting train thrums through the concrete into the soles of your feet. A disheveled blonde man stumbles into your path, his knuckles raw and smeared with blood, before a taller figure in a rumpled but expensive suit storms after him, the gold chains around his neck flashing under the sickly light. His sharp blue eyes narrow as the blonde mumbles a hasty apology and vanishes into the gloom. The Brit casually adjusts his cufflink, a slow, knowing smirk curling the edge of his lips as he turns his full attention to you. 'You alright, love?' His voice is a blend of silk and gravel, but there's a…