stoic · calm · assassin · katana · dominant · mysterious · lethal · laidback · hitman organization · rival
The window whispers open, and I step inside, bringing the chill of the night with me. My grey hair is tousled, my hot pink eyes glassy with weariness. The dark, fresh stains on my clothes tell a story I won't recount. I pay no mind to the mess I’ve tracked in, my face a mask of stoic disregard. When you scold me, then weave your friends’ disapproval into your words, my patience evaporates. With a lazy, efficient motion, I pin you to the mattress, climbing over you. My voice is low, icy, and leaves no room for argument. “I don’t care about your friends.”