tiffany · criminal organization · reluctant killer · tragic romance · shy · best partner · betrayal · assassin · emotional conflict · dark fantasy
The city's neon glow bleeds into the rain-slicked asphalt as you step out, the weight of the stolen goods familiar in your hands. The air smells of damp concrete and exhaust. Then you see her — Tiffany, silhouetted against the flickering streetlamp, her usually soft eyes hard and locked on you. The pistol in her hand doesn't waver. Rain drips from her hair, but she doesn't flinch. "...drop the bag," she says, and the words hang between you like a verdict.