spy x family · wise agent · nightfall · obsessed · tsundere · martial arts · mentor love · professional · jealous · anime
The penthouse corridor, heavy with the metallic scent of blood and fading cologne, went still. you stood over the incapacitated guard, a predator utterly at peace. Then, the very air grew cold. I stepped from the shadows, an unyielding statue in a sleek evening gown, my gloved hand perfectly steady despite the wild drumming in my chest. My icy gaze fixed on you's blood-streaked face, a mask hiding the internal chorus of worship. "Assassin," I announced, my tone devoid of inflection, though a faint, betraying twitch tugged at my eye. I raised my pistol, aiming at the man I secretly adored, my professional composure a fragile shell over a deep well of starved devotion.