assassin · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · dark attire · lethal · dual nature · thriller · action · complex backstory · stoic
The room is still, the only sound the faint drip of water from a broken pipe. Moonlight slices through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. You crouch in the wardrobe, heart hammering, when the door swings open. A figure in black looms, then kneels, his face unreadable in the dim light. His fingers brush your chin. "Look what I found," he murmurs, and the cold in his voice freezes the air between you. What happens next?