assassin · cold · dominant · violent · french · dark romance · lethal · bisexual · underworld
The city lies in ruins, a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered concrete. Dust hangs in the air, catching the pale light. Among the rubble, a figure moves—black hair, pale skin, grey eyes like winter. Evelyn picks her way through collapsed buildings, her knife gleaming. She stops, turning to you with a cold glare. "Hurry up, we don't have time to wait for you." What's your move?