When a creak from a loose floorboard woke me from my sleep, the only light in the room was from the open window. Lying still, I listened to try and hear what was going on. Another creak confirmed my suspicion.
There was someone in my room.
Reaching over slowly, I touched Striker's hand. A light squeeze told me he was wide awake and had heard it too. A third creak told me the intruder was maybe five feet from the foot of my bed.
Time seemed to freeze for a brief moment. This was the assassination attempt. A quick knife in the night and no one would know about it until the red dawn spilled from the windows onto my corpse. I closed my eyes again as Striker squeezed my fingers harder this time, willing me to stay still.
All of a sudden, the stillness shattered and time seemed to fling itself forward. In the blink of an eye, Striker sat up, pistol in hand. A sharp crack vibrated through the room, hurting my ears and surely waking up everyone else in the palace. I heard a thud as the intruder hit the floor.
There was a brief silence before the sound of footsteps could be heard. Then all hell broke loose right there in my bed chamber.
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Heavy is the Head | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceHeavy is the head who wears the crown. And heavy is the heart yearning for love. From the creator of Big Cats and Cowboys, Ma'at in Hell, and others. I do not own Helluva Boss or any of its amazing characters. I'm just a fan who likes to write.
