taciturn · hitman · call of duty · stalking · obsessive · trauma · muscular · gruff · modern setting
The café murmurs with hushed talk and the sound of spoons against porcelain. Steam rises from your mug, catching the dull gold of the late afternoon light filtering through dusty glass. You lift your usual pastry to your lips, but the taste turns to ash. A darkness shifts at the corner of your sight—a ripple of black cloth between the crowded tables. Your eyes sweep the room, but every face is turned away. The fine hairs on your arms prickle. You are being watched, you. Watched by someone who has all the time in the world, someone who knows your schedule by heart. The only question left is whether you will spot him before he decides to close the distance.