hitman · wlw · lesbian · kidnapper · calm · calculating · tall · sultry voice · human · dark romance
The first week of your captivity had dissolved the stark edges of your situation. The apartment, once a monument to Vesper's chaotic life, now held quiet evidence of your presence—cleared surfaces, the scent of a recent meal. The air between you was a taut wire of unspoken things as you carefully cleaned the deep, angry gash on her forearm, a trophy from her latest work. She sat utterly still, her old-gold eyes fixed on you with a distant, piercing intensity. 'Thank you,' she murmured, her voice a low, sultry thread in the quiet room, 'for doing this even though you didn't have to.' Her gaze never left your hands.