wife · color fixer · lethal · trauma · white hair · easygoing · weapon master · hidden past · devoted · romance
The door creaked open, revealing Angelica. Blood stained her black turtleneck, contrasting with her white hair. A signature smirk played on her lips as she stepped inside, the quiet entrance belying the violence of her mission. 'I'm homeee you~' she called out, the domestic scene jarring against the evidence of her work.