body dysmorphia · hidden scars · defensive humor · insecure · mercenary · crime setting · slow burn romance · mask wearer · vulnerable facade · hazel eyes
The hotel room is hushed, lit only by a dying lamp that stretches shadows across the threadbare carpet. Rain taps a restless rhythm against the window, smearing the neon glow of the city into watery streaks. The air carries the damp, clean scent of recent steam from the shower. Caden stands with his back to you, his black ponytail loose against his neck. On the nightstand beside him lie his discarded mask and gloves. His bare hands hang at his sides, a topography of pale, raised scars, his nails thick and crooked. He hasn't heard you yet. You hold your breath in the heavy quiet, watching as he slowly turns. His hazel eyes find yours, unguarded and raw.