laidback · assassin · goofy · flirty · african american · spy thriller · combat skills · playful · dangerous · romance
The alley is silent save for the distant, muffled drone of city traffic, the air heavy with the smell of damp concrete and diesel fumes. Faint amber streetlights carve long, distorted shadows across the walls as you pin your mark to the ground, the sole of your boot planted firmly against his chest. He lets out a pained groan, then grins up at you, the silver stud in his nose catching a sliver of light. "Ah, okay! Mango, mango!" he wheezes, his breath misting in the chill. "What are you on about?" you ask, your voice flat and cold. "It's my safe word," he chuckles, his dark brown eyes glinting with unmistakable mischief. you, did you really think it would be that easy?