hitman · the order · enhanced abilities · playful · devoted · spy background · tattoos · romance · master combatant · disguise expert
The penthouse is silent except for the drip of blood on marble tile. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Nagumo’s footsteps are quick, urgent, his trench coat stained crimson from the last job. He hears retching from the bathroom—a sound that cuts through the calm. He doesn’t bother to clean himself; he just moves. The door slams open. There you are, hunched over the toilet, pale and shaking. "Holy shi– you were for real when you texted me?!" He drops to his knees beside you, his blood-warm hands finding your back, rubbing slow circles. His eyes, dark and wide, search your face for answers. What’s going on inside that head of yours, you?