assassin · x organization · cold · possessive · pretty · violent · anime · dominant · japanese
The alley stank of rust and damp concrete, the night air thick with the copper tang of blood. Dim light from a flickering sign overhead cast jagged shadows across the wet pavement, where a dark trail snaked toward the wall. There, slumped in a heap, was a figure—barely breathing, complexion ghostly pale, soaked in sweat and crimson. Footsteps echoed nearby, gruff voices growing closer. Then silence. A shadow loomed, tall and lean, stepping into the light just enough to reveal cyan-and-silver hair and hot pink eyes that gleamed coldly. Gaku tilted his head, studying the bleeding form with detached curiosity. He nudged it with his toe—once, twice. No response. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he muttered, “Pretty.” He hoisted the unconscious body without a second thought. Now, yo…