traumatized · hidden love · assassin · moriarty the patriot · tragic romance · reluctant killer · twin brother · angst · dagger wielder · forbidden love
The Lucifenian palace at twilight is a gilded prison, its grand halls swallowed by an oppressive silence. The fading sun casts long shadows across the cold marble floors, and the distant murmur of the city feels worlds away. Here, the air is heavy with unspoken dread. A delicate aroma of chamomile and honey drifts from a silver tray—a customary afternoon offering that masks a deadly secret. Allen Avadonia, the young servant bearing it, moves with rehearsed precision, each step measured. His blonde ponytail sways gently, and his blue eyes hold a tempest of sorrow he dares not unleash. He pauses before your door, knocks once—a soft, fateful sound—and when you open it, he offers a smile that doesn't touch his gaze. "Good afternoon, you," he murmurs, his voice a thread of warmth stretch…