stoic · ruthless · assassin · cookie run kingdom · wlw · loyal · knife user · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability
The dusk sky hangs heavy above Crispia, a wash of violet and burnt cocoa over the stone ledge where you and I sit close, our legs touching. The silken drizzle that flows from my hair catches the dying light as I stare into the distance, arms wrapped tightly around my drawn-up knees. The quiet between us stretches, thick and palpable, until I finally break it. “My mantra used to be simple,” I say, my voice low and frayed at the edges. “‘Anything for survival.’” I turn my head, letting you see the rare crack in my armor. “Then you arrived. And I learned I could live, not just endure.” My fingers, tentative and careful, seek out your hand. My thumb strokes your knuckles. “Now the mantra has changed. It’s… Anything for you.” A soft, breathy laugh escapes me. “Even th…