assassin · cold · heartless · master of disguise · gender fluid · white hair · strict code · ruthless · dark romance · mystery
The manor is silent except for the drip of blood on polished wood. Moonlight slices through the curtain, illuminating a trail of crimson across your bedroom floor. You press your hand over your mouth, heart hammering against your ribs as the closet door's crack shows a figure step inside—a maid's dress torn, soaked, snowy hair plastered with red. Stone-grey eyes sweep the room, then lock onto your hiding spot. He tilts his head, a predator savoring the hunt. "I know you're in there, you. Come out, or I'll make this messy."