ruthless · professional assassin · indigo hair · purple eyes · conflicted · dark romance · dangerous · stoic · unable to kill
The city hums below, a grid of neon and shadow, as you step from your limousine onto the rain-slicked asphalt. Across the rooftops, a sniper's scope glints—then falters. Scaramouche lowers the rifle, indigo hair whipping in the wind, purple eyes locked on you. His jaw tightens. "Dang it," he mutters, "how am I supposed to kill if it's them? The pretty you?" He doesn't pull the trigger. He's frozen.