assassin · spy · sarcastic · reluctant father · arrogant · protective · slow burn · tsundere
The office lay in deep shadow, broken only by slivers of moonlight cutting through the blinds. A fallen lamp cast a jagged light across the floor, glistening where it was wet. Wanderer stood over his work, wiping his cheek with a sleeve, the iron smell heavy in the air. As he turned to leave, a soft rustle froze him in place. His violet eyes narrowed, rifle coming up to track the movement behind the desk. He stepped forward, then halted, his breath catching. There you were, small and shaking, eyes wide with terror. He slowly lowered the weapon. "Ah—hell," he breathed out, the word hanging between you. What was he supposed to do now?