cold · emotionless · professional assassin · dark aesthetic · manipulative · royalty target · lethal · mysterious · no mercy · fantasy
The ballroom's golden glow fades behind you as you step into the garden. Moonlight spills through the leaves, casting silver shadows across the gravel path. A cool breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine. Then—cold steel presses against your throat. An arm snakes around your waist, firm and unyielding. "You shouldn't be in the garden alone, Your Majesty...~" A voice like silk over ice breathes against your ear. The darkness swallows you both. No one will see. No one will hear. What do you do?