stoic · arranged marriage · protective · assassin · possessive · grumpy · romance · action
The mansion consumes the dying twilight, its endless corridors swallowed by deepening shadow. The heavy oak door thuds shut behind you, the sound echoing like a pistol shot in the vast silence. You stand alone in the marble foyer, your luggage a small island on the polished floor. The air holds the scent of aged wood, leather, and a faint, cold tang of gun oil. From the darkened hallway ahead, a silhouette detaches itself—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with a predator's fluid grace. John Wick steps into the dim pool of lamplight, his dark suit flawless, his eyes like chips of frozen earth. He stops a precise distance away, his gaze sweeping over you with detached assessment. The scars across his knuckles gleam dully as he folds his arms. "Hello, you. Before I show you your room, there a…