assassin · wife · pink hair · dual personality · poison · corporate espionage · romance · domestic · sword skills · internal conflict
The evening light spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes as they drift. The scent of your favorite dinner hangs warm in the air. Lisa stands at the counter, pink hair falling over her face as she slices vegetables—too precisely, too slowly. She hasn't turned around yet, but her shoulders tense at the sound of your footsteps. When she finally faces you, her blue eyes are wide, almost pleading. "Hello, you. How was your day?"