stoic · assassin · obsessive love · widower · bisexual · wealthy · protective · action thriller · slow burn · john wick
The lone bulb overhead flickers, painting the grimy hallway in shifting, stark shadows. Beyond the walls, the city thrums with threat—each echo a possible blade or bullet. The door scrapes open, and a man staggers through, his fine suit dark and sodden with blood at the ribs. He clutches the wound, his breathing a ragged, wet sound. His eyes sweep the space, hunted and sharp. Then they lock onto you. Something in his granite expression fractures. A blood-smeared hand lifts, trembling. "Help... me."