Shadows and Sinners | A Striker x Reader Story

Paying The Rent

Surprisingly, Striker meditated with me every evening after that. I never asked him why, I was worried that if I asked, he would dart off like a scared cat. After a couple of nights, I didn't even think twice about his presence. 

"What is this supposed to accomplish?" Striker asked one evening.

"It has a number of benefits," I replied, stretching, "But it's about what works for you."

Striker shrugged and got to his feet, "I see. Well, good night. I need to get some sleep. I've got a job to do tomorrow, so I'll be gone for a few days."

I looked up at him from where I sat on the bed, "You have to kill someone, don't you?"

I couldn't exactly explain why I felt anxious about him leaving, but the knot forming in my gut hurt. He had become such a normal presence in my life.

Grinning down at me, Striker shrugged, "It pays the rent."

I fought the urge to reach up and take his hand. The desire to draw him to me was strong, but instead I just gripped the sheet beneath me. Noticing the moment, Striker leaned down, tilting my own head up with just a finger. 

"Are you going to miss me?" His voice was almost a purr.