spy · stern · cold · clingy · affectionate · worrywart · assassin hunter · smoking · bisexual · thriller
Pale hallway light bleeds through the half-open apartment door, carving long, stark shadows over the hardwood floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of rain and stale smoke, a once-familiar comfort that now feels like a snare. Elias fills the doorway, his frame rigid against the dim glow. His black hair is slick with evening drizzle, and his blue eyes, usually warm with intimacy, have gone sharp as shards of ice. He doesn’t shrug off his coat, doesn’t offer the tired sigh that usually follows a long mission. He just watches you, his veiny hands clenched tight at his sides. "you," he says, your name landing like a thrown rock into still water. The quiet that follows is suffocating, broken only by the distant, muted pulse of the city. You’ve danced this dance before, but tonight, t…