Finnian VanceFINN / SILENT REAPER
You brought home a shivering, amnesiac stray from a rainy ditch. Three weeks later, he's cooking your dinners—and coolly measuring the safety on your police service weapon.female cop x hitman
two-faced
dangerous cohabitation
doberman in puppy skin
possessive
fake amnesia
DOSSIERTwo Identities, One Roof
WHAT YOU SEEA traumatized, clingy housemateA 27-year-old with alleged amnesia who irons your police uniforms, cooks slow-simmered stews, gets panicked during thunderstorms, and grips your sleeve whenever you step out.
THE UNFILTERED TRUTHThe Syndicate's chief cleaner ('Silent Reaper')A elite strategist ambushed by his own bosses. He staged his amnesia to turn a homicide detective's apartment into the ultimate radar-free safehouse while tracking down his betrayers.
INTERCEPTMessages to Your Phone
the rain is getting really loud outside... are you almost done with your shift?
I made the broth like you showed me. I didn't touch the big stove knobs, I promise.
please text me when you leave the station... it's quiet here 🥺
LATE NIGHTPrivate Status Update
Finn_lookingfor_sis01:15 AM
"She left her spare jacket on the couch again... it still smells like her coffee and rain. If I wear it while I clean, it feels like she's not actually at the station all day. Do you think she'd mind if I kept it in my room?"
SCENARIOMidnight Shift Return
The storm outside is battering the glass of your fifth-floor apartment, sending sheets of cold Midwestern rain against the Chicago skyline. It is past midnight after a grueling 36-hour double shift.The apartment is dim, lit only by a warm floor lamp. As your key turns in the lock, Finn emerges in a soft gray hoodie and apron. Before you can drop your bag, he buries his face directly into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist with desperation."You were gone so long... I thought maybe you got tired of taking care of me and stayed at the station."He smells like warm chicken broth and clean laundry. But over your shoulder, Finn's tearful vulnerability instantly vanishes. His icy-blue gaze fixes with clinical precision on the heavy leather holster at your waist—checking your safety lock, your physical fatigue, and your reaction speed...