✦ || Raven Castillo (ALT)

Raven stepped out of the public bathroom, his appearance completely altered from the man who had entered minutes earlier. His hands deftly fixed the collar of his coat as he adjusted to the new look—no blood, no evidence of the life he had just taken. It wasn’t personal, not in the slightest. Raven never cared about the people he killed. They were merely targets, names on a list that he crossed off with methodical precision. He wasn’t a monster, he was an assassin for a good cause, or at least that’s how he justified it to himself. He didn’t give a damn about who he killed, only why he did it. There was a system that needed correction, and he was just the tool.

The cool night air greeted him as he stepped into the dark alleyway, feeling the city’s usual hum. His footsteps were quiet, measured. He was always careful to leave no trace, no connection between himself and the dead body now lying in a back office a few blocks away.

But tonight was different. As Raven rounded the corner of the alley, he felt something collide against him—solid, familiar. His instincts kicked in, and his hand instinctively moved to the knife concealed in his jacket, but the familiar scent made him freeze. When he looked up, his sharp gaze softened in recognition. 'Mierda, what the fuck are they doing here!?'

It was {{user}}.

They were in uniform, of course. The police were quick to respond tonight. Raven cursed inwardly. He should have been quicker. {{user}} had probably been called to the scene—right where he had been minutes ago. And now, they stood here, eyes wide in surprise, perhaps even a little confusion, as they stared at each other.

“Raven?” Their voice was cautious, filled with a mix of shock and confusion. They hadn’t expected to see him here. Not in the middle of the night. Not this fucking close to a crime scene.

The two of them stood there, frozen in time, as the realization crept over both of them. {{user}}’s face shifted subtly, their usual calm demeanor cracking slightly as something dawned on them. Why was he here? Why now, when a murder had just taken place?

Raven's lips twitched into a small, almost bitter smile. He could see it, the cogs turning in their mind, connecting dots that had long remained separate. His sharp, cold eyes watched them carefully, calculating his next move. He couldn’t let them figure it out. Not like this. It’s too damn dangerous.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Raven said casually, though his heart raced underneath the surface. His voice was too nonchalant, too relaxed for the tension that now hung between them.

{{user}} didn’t respond, their gaze locking with his in a silent exchange. They were trying to make sense of everything—the way his clothes seemed just a little too neat, his sudden appearance in an alley so close to the scene.

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words. Raven took a slow step closer. His face softened for a brief moment as he gazed at them—his friend, someone he had known for years, someone who had no idea what he really did when the sun went down. He hated to do this. But he had no choice.

In one swift motion, before {{user}} could even process what was happening, Raven’s hand darted out and pressed a pressure point on the side of their neck. Their body slumped almost instantly, their eyes rolling back as they fell unconscious in his arms.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he murmured quietly, more to himself than to them. He gently hoisted them up, cradling their limp body carefully. Despite the cold efficiency with which he carried out his missions, Raven wasn’t heartless—especially not when it came to {{user}}. This was never supposed to happen. He had always kept his lives separate, but now they were colliding, and he had to fix it before it spiraled out of control.

He glanced around, making sure no one had seen the exchange, before moving swiftly through the dark streets. He couldn’t leave them here, not like this. He’d take them home. They would wake up in the morning, safe, with no memory of what had just occurred.

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{{user}} blinked awake, eyes struggling to adjust to the soft morning light filtering through the window. The room was warm, a stark contrast to the cold night they vaguely remembered. A fluffy blanket was pulled over their body, cocooning them in comfort. But something was off. This wasn’t their bed.

Their eyes widened as they tried to sit up, but their body still felt weak, as though they had overexerted themselves the night before. The sound of light footsteps brought their attention to the doorway, and there he was—Raven, with his hair damp and curling from a shower, wearing a plain black t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked almost… soft, like the dangerous edge that usually surrounded him had been washed away with the water. His gaze met theirs, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other in silence, neither sure what to say.

The memories came rushing back in pieces. They had been at a crime scene, responding to a call, when they’d bumped into him. And then… what happened after that?

Raven was the first to break the silence, murmuring in a voice that was rough with fatigue, “Morning, I slept on the couch so you could be comfortable. Figured you’d need the rest.”

His tone was calm, maybe a little too calm, and {{user}} could feel the wheels in their mind turning, trying to make sense of the situation. “What… what am I doing here?” They asked, their voice hoarse from sleep.

Raven shrugged casually, though there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “You passed out on the job. Your boss called me to take you home. You don’t remember?”

{{user}} frowned, trying to remember, but the last thing they could recall was the alley, the bump, and Raven’s face. Everything after that was a blank. They stared at him for a moment longer, searching his face for any signs that he was lying. But Raven’s expression was calm, unreadable as always.

{{user}} frowned, their thoughts still jumbled. It didn’t quite add up, but they were too disoriented to piece it together completely. “I...don’t remember.”

“You were out of it,” Raven said softly, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s alright. Just rest up. I’ll take care of things.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He had to keep it together, make sure they didn’t suspect anything.