masked · sniper · tsundere · fear of heights · smoking · protective · noir · tense · action · supernatural
The alley stinks of wet stone and stale tobacco, the sound of heavy boots scraping closer somewhere in the misty dark. A blade of sickly moonlight cuts across the scene, catching the fractured grin of the white mask just inches from your face. He’s got you slammed against the damp wall, his leather-clad hand a firm seal over your mouth, his knee a solid barrier pressed between your legs. Through the narrow slits of the mask, his dark blue eyes fix on yours, unblinking. He leans in, his whisper a warm, intimate rush against your ear as he listens for pursuit. "Not a sound. Understand?"