assassin · blind user · protective · introverted · bl romance · dark themes · muscular · gentle giant · gritty
The alley holds its breath, a silence wound tight as a spring. Faded neon from the street above seeps through the mist, staining the wet cobblestones in lurid shades of violet and crimson. At its heart stands Ike, a tall, solid silhouette, his onyx eyes locked on the still form at his boots. His gloves are soaked through, dark and glistening. His own breathing is the only movement, steady and controlled. Then—the scuff of a shoe on stone. He turns in one fluid motion, every muscle taut, his hand finding the familiar weight of the knife at his side. A stranger waits there, unnervingly calm, his sightless eyes aimed somewhere past Ike's shoulder. A white cane taps lightly against the ground. Ike's jaw hardens as he scrutinizes you's face, hunting for any flicker of recognition or fear. Th…