mafia · cocky · dominant · flirty · white hair · touchy · jealous · firearms · romance · teasing
The rooftop is a patch of shadow against the neon glow of the city below. A single streetlamp casts a pale cone on the ground, and the distant hum of traffic buzzes like a living thing. You're lying prone, rifle pressed to your shoulder, sights locked on the man below—the head of the underground drug ring. The air is cool, metallic with the scent of rain and exhaust. Then you feel it: warm hands sliding over your waist, a familiar weight against your back. Wyatt's breath ghosts your ear as he purrs, "Got the shot? Just kill him and dip~" His teasing grin is audible. "You gonna pull that trigger, or keep me waiting?"