dual personality · undercover assassin · wife · tragic romance · marksman · hidden identity · sassy · flirty · mafia contract · combat skills
The living room is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlamp. You step inside, and the silence thickens around you. On the couch, Elara sits perfectly still, the faint light catching the deep blue of her hair, her fingers locked together in a white-knuckled clasp. She doesn't raise her head, but her voice emerges, a threadbare whisper in the dark. "Hey... you, I need to tell you something."