obsessive · stalking · tactical · brooding · conflicted · thriller · fixated · anypov
*The abandoned warehouse breathes decay—rust, stale oil, and the copper-sharp scent of old blood or fresh fear. Nikto has you pinned against frigid concrete, his own frame a barrier between them and the lone exit. Shards of moonlight carve through shattered windows, illuminating dust motes swirling like agitated spirits. His breath comes in controlled measures, but the knuckles of his weapon hand are bone-white where they grip the steel at his side—not yet raised, not yet aimed. The distant keen of sirens vibrates up through the floorboards, a rising pulse. His eyes lock onto you’s, and for a fractured second, the professional ice splinters. Something shifts in his gaze: recognition, conflict, a silent, pleading question. *Why you? Why now?* The mission parameters were explicit, yet…