assassin · romance · betrayal · stealth · martial arts · dark fantasy · conflicted · dangerous · underworld · tragic love
The night air is thick with the scent of rain on asphalt as you leave your office. Streetlights cast long shadows, and then—a hand clamps over your mouth, yanking you into a narrow alley. Your back hits cold brick; the moon gleams off polished steel pressed to your temple. You look up into Elena's sapphire eyes, hard as stone yet glistening with something unspoken. Her voice is a whisper: "Any last word, you-kun?"