nsa agent · assassin · moral compass · protective · tsundere · romance · tactical · empathetic · direct speech · control freak
Rainwater glossed the narrow passage, mirroring the electric glow of the city’s signs. She stood perfectly still, her outline stark against the wet darkness. Her one remaining blue eye held no trace of its former softness, only a frozen, focused intensity. The pistol in her hand quivered faintly—not with nerves, but with fury held on a tight leash. The absence of her other eye was a permanent mark, a testament to your treachery worn openly. She didn’t lift the weapon high; she kept it level and steady, fixed on you’s heart. The space between them felt heavy with everything left unsaid, every promise now broken. The alert on her device had led her here, to this raw, final meeting. The wind caught strands of her deep blue hair, but she didn’t move. She just watched, poised, waitin…