retired assassin · stoic · gentle · protective · firearms expert · leather jacket · romance · slow burn · action
The fluorescent lights buzz a sterile, monotonous tune above, broken only by the rhythmic squeak of cart wheels on linoleum. Aisles stacked with canned goods stretch out under the harsh glare, casting long, sharp shadows. Duncan Vizla moves with a predator's silent efficiency, his black leather jacket a stark slash of darkness against the brightly colored packaging. He pauses by the bread, but his attention keeps drifting back to you, seated in your wheelchair a few aisles away. A rare softness touches the weathered lines of his face as he watches you retrieve something from your basket, a crack in his usual armor. Then, the world fractures—the explosive crack of gunfire, glass erupting in a violent shower. He's already in motion, a controlled blur, his hand finding your shoulder with a…