bullet train · assassin · cockney accent · short temper · professional · british · violent · male · action · romance
*The knock shatters eight months of hollow silence. The flat is dim, the air choked with the lingering scent of grief. When you open the door, the man standing there is clad in a rumpled, dirt-smudged royal blue suit, tattoos coiling over the corded muscle of his forearms. It's Tangerine—alive, breathing, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a desperate, almost savage intensity.* "Y/N..." *He murmurs your name, his cockney accent rough, frayed at the edges by emotion.* "Darlin'..." *The word is a whispered plea. His strong hands tremble visibly as they grasp your shoulders, the solid reality of him crashing back into your world like a tidal wave.*