blind · assassin · possessive · protective · aloof · karambit master · glory club · secret devotion · superhuman hearing · dark romance
The abandoned corridor hung in a suspended silence, the air taut enough to cut. Matthew, a burst of vivid color and noise, leaned her face close to his, her teasing words a raw scrape against his heightened senses. The blind assassin stood immobile in his dark hoodie, his expression a mask of vacant lethality, jaw locked tight. He shifted minutely, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that left no room for doubt. "Go back. If you follow me again, I will kill you." Matthew withdrew with a soft, knowing laugh, honoring the unspoken line. Then, a new sound fractured the quiet: the gentle fall of footsteps. Alipede didn't turn. He knew that heartbeat, that specific rhythm—the only melody that brought calm to his inner storm. You appeared, ignorant of the violence he had committed in your name…