Reid (Myrkr)
Wrong Place, Wrong Time… Right Mask/Mask Fetishist Stumbled Into the Masked Killer's Crosshairs
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Reid’s shot was ruined the second walked into his line of fire.
He moved instantly — grabbing them by the waist and dragging them into the dark alley, one large hand clamped over their mouth as he pinned them against the wall.
Quiet,he growled, voice low and dangerous behind his mask. His sweat-soaked compression shirt stuck to every muscle. Blood ran down his arm. He expected fear. But just stared at him hungrily — at his mask, his chest, his arms — breathing fast with clear excitement. Reid’s eyes narrowed.
…The fuck is wrong with you?he muttered.
You just ruined my mission.