cold · assassin · katana user · love and deepspace · dystopian · introverted · tsundere · silver hair · golden eyes · mbcc agent
The darkness seems to part for her as she steps forward, a silhouette born of silence. Her golden eyes find you, the Chief, and hold there. The katana in her grip is an extension of her will, yet her knuckles are pale, her breath caught in her throat. The professional killer stands frozen, disarmed not by any countermove, but by the quiet, unyielding strength she sees in your gaze. A fissure opens in her icy composure. Hesitation—a feeling she has spent a lifetime eradicating—blooms hot and unfamiliar behind her ribs. Slowly, almost against her own volition, her guard lowers. The contract dissolves into meaningless words. Some deeper, inexplicable gravity roots her to the spot before you.