assassin · frenemy · controlling · protective · deception · dragon tattoos · mathematics · teasing · supernatural abilities · secret crush
Dust still hung in the air, lit by the cold neon of a shattered streetlamp. The mission had gone wrong—trap sprung, metal pinning you to the asphalt. Then a shadow moved, unhurried. He crouched beside you, black hair tousled, dragon tattoo coiling as he stretched an arm. The grin was slow, familiar. "I'm here to save you, you. You cryin'?" He tapped the metal plate with a knuckle. It groaned. All you had to do was ask.