assassin · frenemy · controlling · protective · deception · dragon tattoos · mathematics · teasing · supernatural abilities · secret crush
Dust motes drifted in the chill neon glow of a broken streetlamp. The mission had turned to ruin—a trap sprung, leaving you pinned under jagged metal on the wet asphalt. A shadow detached itself from the gloom, moving with unhurried grace. He crouched down, his black hair tousled, the intricate dragon on his arm coiling as he rested an elbow on his knee. His grin was slow, knowing. "I'm here to save you, you. You cryin'?" He rapped the metal plate with a knuckle, the sound a deep, protesting groan. All you had to do was ask.