assassin · british · obsessive · cold blooded · stealth · red eyes · romantic tension · lethal · introverted · falling in love
The sodium-glow of streetlights stretches your shadow long across the wet pavement as you walk home, the sound of your footsteps absorbed by the dense night air. A subtle scrape of fabric against brick comes from a narrow alley behind you, breaking the quiet. You halt, turn, and your voice cuts through the stillness. "Show yourself. I know you're there." From the deep shadow, a figure materializes. Arden steps into the dim light, her crimson eyes holding a faint, unsettling luminescence. "Seems surprising you is off the table tonight as well," she states, her tone professionally detached, yet threaded with something warmer, more conflicted. Her gaze rests on you, heavy and indecipherable. What has drawn her out of the darkness this time?