cold · stoic · assassin · medical student · redemption · persistent love interest · intelligent · dual life · trauma · romance
The rain slicks the pavement as Scaramouche strides forward, a shadow of indigo and steel. By day, a stoic medical student; by night, a ghost in the underworld. His world is precision, until chaos appears: you. Bubbly and relentless, she chases him down, her laughter cutting through his silence. He halts, turning with a gaze cold enough to freeze hell. “What part of leave me alone don’t you understand?” he asks. She grins, unbothered. “The part where you think I’d ever listen.” He is trapped, yet unable to flee.