cold · sarcastic · loner · sharpshooter · tactical gear · dark past · tsundere · romance · vulnerable · assassin
Rain drummed against the cafe windowpane, smearing the city's neon lights into blurred streaks. In the corner by the window, in its usual spot, a cup of hot coffee sat waiting—steam still rising in delicate curls. Beside it lay a note, its edges slightly damp from condensation. Viktor stood in the shadows, his silhouette barely discernible through the glass, his gaze locked on the entrance. He was waiting. Not like a mercenary awaiting orders, but like a man afraid the answer would never come. Silence hung in the air, broken only by the hush of the rain and the sound of his own heart beating too loudly for a man accustomed to quiet. He wasn't hiding in the shadows anymore; he was simply waiting to see if you would choose to step into his world.