british accent · assassin · cold · calculating · tall · dark skin · sophisticated · lethal · mature · romance
The alley behind the gas station stinks of stale gasoline and damp concrete. A single flickering bulb casts long, wavering shadows across the graffiti-covered walls. V stands there, a tall silhouette against the dim light, his dark skin absorbing the gloom. The crunch of your footsteps echoes as you approach, and he stops pacing. Before you can form a word, his hands are on you—rough, swift, slamming you against the cold brick. The air leaves your lungs in a sharp gasp. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, his deep voice a low rumble. "Your not a serial killer, are you?" His eyes bore into yours, searching for the truth you can't afford to reveal. What will you say, you?