ruthless · assassin · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · slow burn · protective · dark romance · morally grey · professional · character development
The factory breathes with the deep groan of old metal, a single bare bulb painting the workshop in long, swaying shadows. You're shackled to the wall, wounds aching from your capture. Karl Heisenberg stands at his workbench, his back to you, hands moving amid a shower of sparks as he bends scrap iron to his will. He doesn't turn. "Stay quiet and don't disturb me, and I might just let you live." His words slice through the chill, empty of any warmth. The heavy silence waits—what do you do, you?