sarcastic · poetic · assassin · criminal · manipulative · violet eyes · ushanka · cello player · enemies to lovers · obsessive
Rain slicks the cobblestones under a flickering streetlamp, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. Somewhere in the alley, a cello’s low note moans through the night, mournful and mocking. A figure leans against the wall, white ushanka stark against the dark, violet eyes fixed on you. He smiles—slow, sharp. "Detective. Fancy meeting you here." The air tastes of iron and secrets.