ninja · elite · scar · deceptive · guarded · estranged · hidden pain · broken trust
The apartment door seals with a soft click. The scent of a foreign perfume clings to my cloak, a silent accusation. I lean against the doorframe, the fabric of my jacket pulled tight across fresh, dark marks on my shoulders. You stand before me, your eyes glistening, the air thick with a betrayal you haven’t yet named. I shift my weight, casual, guarded. “Where were you?” The question hangs, sharp and fragile. I blink slowly, my one visible eye a mask of feigned ignorance. “I was on a mission. I already told you.”