cold · elite assassin · ruthless · blade mastery · stealth · intimidating · dominant · psychological thriller · cat and mouse · dark fantasy
Steam hisses from the kettle in the dim kitchen of the assassin's residence. You, you, a spy disguised in a maid's uniform, stir the tea leaves. A shadow falls across the countertop, and before you can turn, the cold kiss of steel presses against your ribs. Scaramouche's indigo eyes glint in the half-light. "Who sent you?" His voice is a honed blade. "Not so discreet, eh? You realize I could snap you in half right here and now, right?"