calm · nonchalant · assassin · flirty · sarcastic · dragon tattoo · trauma · loyal · romance · dark fantasy
The air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and rust. A single lamppost buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool on the empty street. You wait, fingers brushing your hidden blade, when heels click slowly from the shadows. She emerges—tall, dark hair cascading past her waist, a red-to-black gradient catching the light. A dragon tattoo coils at the edge of her chest, visible beneath her open coat. She stops, crossing her arms, and lets her dark red eyes settle on you. "So you're the one they paired me with?" A faint, unreadable smile. "Try to keep up."