Sharp Edges: Crosshair x Reader [NSFW]

Blind Date Gone Wrong

"All alone?" a silken voice came from beside you, startling you out of your reverie. You'd been absently twirling your straw in your fingers, and dropped it in surprise. Jerking your head up, you took in the newcomer: a tall, slender, sharp-looking man with silvery gray hair, peppered with black. He had the most intense eyes you'd ever seen, further accentuated by the tattoo of a target around his right eye. His presence was somehow chilling and thrilling at the same time, and you were spinning your wheels trying to find your words.

"I'm meeting someone, actually," you answered, finding your courage again. "I just came early to... prepare..." Your eyes dropped to your drink, a strong concoction that you'd nursed almost to the bottom.

"Hmm," the stranger huffed, an odd mix of smugness and disbelief. "Sounds like you're really looking forward to it."

"Well what are you doing here?" you asked, turning to face him more fully. Perched on your stool, you were almost the same height as he leaned on the bar counter with both elbows. "Having a night out to lurk and criticize?" There it was... the snark you were so well-known for... that often kept people at an arm's length. But he didn't seem to be put off by it, instead rising to his full height to face you head on as well. He was wearing a dark gray turtleneck and a long, dark coat over some black pants that made him look both smooth and sharp. Either your drink was hitting you early, or his presence had a dizzying effect. Whatever it was, it sent a jolt of electricity down your spine.

"I'm actually on a blind date," he crooned, smiling in a way that didn't reach his eyes. "But I have a feeling I'll be leaving with you."

You laughed in his face, struck by his deadpan delivery of such an assumption. "Oh really?" you challenged, tilting your head. Damn, maybe your friend was right, and your type really was just a-holes in general. "That seems like quite a leap."

"Maybe," he murmured, lifting a hand to touch the bottom of your chin, which you slapped away despite the insane heat blossoming through your body in response. He smiled, a little half-smile that made you want to punch him or kiss him, you weren't sure which, and then he sauntered away, giving you a little salute as he headed for a table in the corner.

* * *

"Hmm," you responded automatically as the engineer in front of you continued prattling on about chargers or combustors or capacitors or something. He was the latest blind date your friend had insisted you go on, and no matter how many times you told her that you clearly had different tastes, each time she demanded that you at least give it a try, that this one was different. You weren't sure what her type was, but you were slowly checking off every possibility of what yours was NOT. You felt bad -- the guy in front of you meant well enough... probably... but he had yet to ask you anything about yourself, instead opting to try to impress you with his decadent knowledge of starship engines. Or weapons. Or something.

You hadn't been able to focus, instead magnetized by the simmering presence of Mr. Assumption in the corner. Your table had [un]fortunately been situated so that you were facing him the whole time, seeing him over the shoulder of the date in front of you. You watched as he reclined, stretching a long arm across the back of the booth, having occasional conversation with the woman before him. From what you'd been able to tell, not that you'd been paying attention, she seemed very bubbly. Her movements were incredibly animated, and the deeply plunging neckline above her ample bosom left little to the imagination. She alternated between trying to be seductive and acting playful and cute, and you could almost feel the repulsion radiating from the stranger.

A smirk found its way across your face. You knew his type, or so you thought. Hell, you kind of were his type... aloof, introspective, keeping your cards close to the chest. Life hadn't been kind to you, and the shell you'd built up around yourself was firmly in place to guard against all the hurts that lurked around every corner. A few people were let in, however, and you were fiercely loyal and devotedly loving to them. So much so that they were often shocked to hear what others perceived you as.