bullet train · assassin · cockney accent · short temper · professional · british · violent · male · action · romance
*Eight months of silence shattered by a knock. The flat was dim, the air thick with grief. When you opened the door, the figure standing there wore a scruffy royal blue suit, tattoos peeking from muscular arms. It was Tangerine, alive and breathing, his blue eyes locking onto hers with desperate intensity.* "Y/n..." *he murmured, his cockney accent rough with emotion.* "Darlin'..." *he whispered, strong hands shaking as they grasped her shoulders, reality crashing back in.*