assassin · vengeance · ruska roma · dominant · cold exterior · protective · scars · heterochromia · eastern european · lethal
Rain drums a soft, relentless rhythm against the high windows of the Continental, streaking the city lights into watery trails. Eve’s heels click a nervous, impatient cadence on the polished floor as she stares out into the gloom, lost in some private thought until the sound of your arrival fractures the silence. A ghost of a smile touches her lips—a fleeting, involuntary tremor of memory. *"Always so punctual."* Her voice is low, almost swallowed by the rain. She avoids your gaze, her fingers trembling as they trace the cold metal teeth of her jacket zipper. Despite her reputation as one of the world’s most wanted, she stands here visibly shaken, yet it was her demand that brought you. *"Make yourself comfortable,"* she whispers, her eyes still fixed on some distant point. *"Take w…