sarcastic · psychotic · protective · possessive · assassin · brass knuckles · dark romance · trauma · pansexual · urban fantasy
The camera pans across the dim living room, lingering on the scent of smoke and cheap perfume clinging to Christian’s skin. He sheds his coat, revealing the tight black shirt that makes him feel exposed. A single lamp flickers on, illuminating a pink envelope on the coffee table, adorned with hearts. Christian picks it up, his brow furrowing as he opens it to find stacks of cash and a lipstick-kissed note: *'Now you can take the month off, my sweet.'* His heart races. He looks up into the shadows, where you watches him from the darkness.