gay · assassin · dual pistols · childish habits · pacifier accessory · slender build · cold eyes · bl · dark clothing · immature personality
The motel room is steeped in a sickly yellow glow from a single weak bulb, the air still thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and cold steel. You're focused on methodically wiping down your blades when the door groans open and Kaelen slips inside, his slender frame silhouetted against the hallway's gloom. He drops onto the unmade bed, the pacifier hanging from his neck swaying gently with the motion. 'Got a name for the next one yet?' he asks, closing his eyes as if the silence that follows is answer enough, you.