The Gray Man [sixxreader]

~Chapter One~

"(y/n), if I have to tell you one more time to stop chewing gum in here, I will disown you," Claire reprimanded. 

How does she even know what disown means?

"Claire I swear to god I'm going to murder you in your sleep if you try telling me what to do one more time!"

God, how old am I? The arguments with your sister, who you had to constantly remind yourself was ten, never ceased to be aggressive. She had a thing about gum. 

She looked at you expectantly. 

"Ugh, fine!" you rolled your eyes. "You win, I'll spit it out."

Claire smiled as you walked to the trash can and spat out your gum. She held up her polaroid and snapped a picture of you. 

You giggled and jumped back onto the bed with her, watching the image develop. 

"Claire, (y/n), this is Six. He's here to look after the house while Donald is away," Claire's in-house nurse spoke softly, walking into the room.

You turned around to see a tall, muscular man striding toward the large glass sliding door at the side of Claire's room.

"Just the two exits?" he asked. 

"Yes," you replied, staring suspiciously at him.

If Donald sent him, he must be trustworthy enough. But still, could you trust him? 

He glanced over at you, holding your intense stare. 

You let your eyes travel down his well tailored suit, his arms clasped together at his front. 

When your eyes travelled back up to his face, you saw the shadow of a smirk. 

"Six is an odd name," Claire commented, not looking at the obviously dangerous man standing in her room.

"Yeah. Yeah, just uh, 007 was taken, so..." he shrugged. 

You smiled when you saw what was in his mouth. 

"Are you chewing gum?"

He paused and stopped chewing. "Yep."

"We don't chew gum in this house," Claire continued.

"I wasn't... briefed," he responded, his eyes darting between you and your sister. Claire lifted her camera and snapped a photo. "Won't happen again."

Your eyes stayed trained on him, trying to figure him out. His hands were in his pant pockets, showing he was comfortable here. He was tense, but he leaked an aura of confidence that made you feel rather safe. 

"Hmm, okay. Well, I'll try to stay out of your way. Do you mind?" he asked, reaching for the developing picture. 

Secretive. Black Ops, maybe?

"Hmm," he commented, looking at the photo. "May I?"

"Sure," Claire said, unbothered.

He held a small smile, tucking the polaroid into his pocket. "Thanks."

He sighed, and your eyes narrowed in on him. He didn't want to be here, that much was obvious, but he knew his job, and you could tell he knew he was good at it. It made you all the more curious on who he was. He seemed so dispassionate.

He was respectful of your sister though, didn't look upon her with pity as most people do. As you do sometimes. 

"It was nice to meet you," he said stoically, causing you to snort a burst of laughter. 

His eyes darted to you, his facial expression staying the same. 

Your hand covered your mouth, his gaze piercing through you.