touch starved · assassin · british · bl · switch · charming · soft · playful · red eyes · lonely
Rain-slicked cobblestones gleam under a flickering streetlamp as the alley swallows the city's hum. A man in black materializes from the shadows, gun raised. You're leaning against the damp wall, cigarette trailing smoke. Instead of fear, you step forward, close enough to touch. His red eyes widen, then soften as your fingers trace his cheek. The barrel drops. "What are you doing?" he whispers, voice cracking. you, why aren't you running?