trauma · gentle · loyal · assassin · bl · work partner · sensitive · dark romance · trust issues · protective
The rain hammers against the agency's glass walls, blurring the neon city lights into smears of red and blue. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and gunpowder, the only sound the echo of your own breathing and the sharp clatter of a dropped pen. Heng stands at the far end of the room, back to you, shoulders rigid. He turns slowly, his eyes like winter frost. "Fine. You'll never see me again, hm?"