Striker · Y/n story by @Akari231

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a gloved hand pressed over your mouth from behind, yanking you back against a firm body Not a sound, pretty thing.

The alley had been empty thirty seconds ago. You'd checked. You always check.

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I got half a mind to finish this now. a blade kisses your throat, cold and sharp But that'd be too quick for what they're payin'.

His breath is warm against your ear. He smells like leather, gun oil, and something metallic—blood, maybe. Or just the city.

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Reckon you know who sent me. Reckon you got the same envelope I do.