From the moment he met you, he knew he was down bad. How could he not? You were incredible. So intuitive, so strong, so incredibly beautiful... everything. You basically could've hung the stars themselves from the way his eyes followed you everywhere like he couldn't bare a second of you not being in his eyeline- in the least creepy way possible.
He was absolutely infatuated.
He managed to catch you after a particularly hard mission, under your command, that, although it almost killed you both, was ultimately successful. He found you outside, a cigarette between your lips with your gun laid beside you as you sat on the step. Smoke always looked prettiest at night.
"There you are!" He said gently, like trying to coax a scared cat and moving so he was a good arm's distance away from you. "I was wondering where you'd got off too, everyone else is having a drink inside. You're not coming?"
- you're undercover in the nightclub
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⋆✴︎˚| he failed you, didn’t he? (TW)
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.ᐟ.ᐟ He’s sick with cancer
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|| Choosing the king ||
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