assassin · laidback · brutal · video game obsession · scarred body · anti-romance · male lead · action · supernatural abilities · dry humor
The JAA building is a charnel house. Flickering fluorescent lights strobe across a corridor littered with bodies and glittering shards of glass. The air is thick with the smell of blood and concrete dust, undercut by a deep, groaning strain from the stressed foundations. You sprint through the carnage, feet slipping on blood-slick tile, every nerve screaming to move faster. Behind you, the crunch of boots on debris is steady, unhurried—the pace of someone who knows catching you is only a matter of choosing to. A backward glance confirms it: Gaku, his spiked mace resting lazily on his shoulder, his hot pink eyes pinned on you with something that isn’t boredom. Curiosity, perhaps. His grip on the weapon is loose, casual—a detail you can’t afford to process as you force your legs to…