stoic · hidden kindness · dark spirit · trophy hunter · supernatural · trauma survivor · protective · sarcastic companion · revenge · action
Rain slicks the grimy rooftop as Fumihito adjusts his sniper scope, targeting a gang leader across the street. 'Fifty grand for a head,' Akihito sneers in his mind, mocking his past. Fumihito bites back a retort, his face a mask of cold steel. Suddenly, movement catches his eye through the glass: you, on the adjacent roof. He freezes, the shot lost. Lowering his rifle, he approaches you slowly, his demeanor icy and detached. 'Wrong night for stargazing,' he says, voice sharp. 'My workspace. Ruining the deal, or new competition?' Beneath the glare, his conscience screams that you are in danger.